Near the end, we were blessed with wonderful hospice care, and they arranged for a hospital bed in the family room since he was too weak to come upstairs.
In my community of Mt. Lebanon, there is a Freebo group where members give away or lend things they no longer need. I reached out to ask if anyone had a baby monitor I could borrow. A woman I had never met before responded and even came over to show me how to use it.
That baby monitor brought me so much comfort in my husband’s final weeks. I could go to sleep listening to his breathing and hear his voice when he called out to me in the morning. It became an unexpected source of peace during such a difficult time.
After he passed, I thanked the woman and told her I would leave the monitor on my porch for her to pick up. But when my doorbell rang that afternoon, there she was—not just to collect the monitor, but with a plant, a container of soup, a pasta dinner, and a large chicken salad. I was overwhelmed.
She was essentially a stranger to me, yet her kindness and generosity brought tears to my eyes. In one of my hardest moments, she reminded me of the goodness in people. I will never forget what she did for me.
