A few years ago, I met a woman and her mom when I was attending a grief support program at the church after my dad died. The mother had been recently diagnosed with Parkinson’s. I told them about the support group that my mother had been attending and we went all together a couple of times. Recently, it has become difficult for her to get out of the house, so I have been visiting and bringing them Communion every week. I touched base with the daughter today. She called and told me her mother had stopped eating and drinking. She wasn’t able to swallow any of her pills, so was only receiving comfort medication. I decided to go over this afternoon. I couldn’t bring Communion to her in that condition, but wanted to visit and pray with her. When I arrived, I was surprised that she was awake and mostly alert. I told her I wanted to pray the Divine Mercy chaplet with her and asked it she knew it. She responded, “Not by heart”. I told her I would pray it out loud and she could join in, or pray in her heart. The Divine Mercy is a pray shared by St. Faustina. In her diary, she wrote this message from Jesus,
“Pray as much as you can for the dying. By your entreaties [that is, insistent prayers] obtain for them trust in My mercy, because they have most need of trust, and have it the least. Be assured that the grace of eternal salvation for certain souls in their final moment depends on your prayer. You know the whole abyss of My mercy, so draw upon it for yourself and especially for poor sinners. Sooner would heaven and earth turn into nothingness than would My mercy not embrace a trusting soul” (Diary, 1777).
I started the prayer, which uses the rosary beads, and the woman said the Our Father and Hail Mary with me. Be the time I finished the Apostles Creed, she had closed her eyes and was breathing deeply. Every now and again, she seemed to mouth the words to the prayers. At the end of the Chaplet, she looked pretty comfortable and asleep. When I said Amen, she opened her eyes and we made the sign of the Cross together. She still knew her prayers. During the rest of my time with her, she would sleep, then be wide awake and we would talk for a minute before she went back to sleep. It was truly a peaceful, blessed time and I was so grateful I was able to be there.
I Found God today spending time with a dying woman.