For more than five years, some of the best hours of my single-woman, childless life have been those spent as a Transitions volunteer. It all started when a dear, 90-year-old friend had a massive stroke. As I entered the hospital room to visit her, she lay perfectly still and seemingly lifeless. I began to sob hysterically. Her son took me into the hallway and gently said, "She can hear you." He then handed me a hospice brochure. What I learned about dealing with the last chapters of our journey here on earth was life-changing. This was my beginning as a volunteer.

--Susan S., volunteer