I have recently been volunteering at a Hospice, Shanti Avedna. . I go there once a week and sit with them , play with them or just smile at them. During my last six months , many have passed away. I remember , I was very close to one Ramu Sharma , whom I had also gifted a phone . I got a message that he was not well and almost at the end of his life. Sat with him just holding his hand. The hands were almost lifeless and no reaction. Every five to ten minutes I could feel him squeezing my hand, Whether it was my imagination or he was really doing that I don't know. Would have loved to stay more but I was entrusted with the task of contacting his ' so called " family ( he had absolutely no one) . He died the next day.
I don't know what would have made a difference in his life. Gifting him a phone. Almost being his best buddy. Sitting with him and talking with him during my visits. Holding his hand on the last day . But yes , as Deborah says in the passage, I was, and still am grateful for the experiences.