Reading aloud to my friend in hospice was my long goodbye to her

Reading aloud to my friend in hospice was my long goodbye to her 
Thrive; by Patty Dann; 12/6/24 
Reading a book aloud or being read to are constant threads in the tenderest moments of my life. When I was a child, my mother sat on my bed and read three books to me every night, so it would have been natural for me to sit on her bed and read to her during her final days. COVID-19 prevented that. Four years later, Batya, a woman in my building — the same age my mother was when she died — was in hospice at home. Each day, I read to her. ... Being with someone as they die is like taking a loved one to the airport. There’s often traffic along the way, and you never know how long it will take, but you do get the privilege of saying a final goodbye. Not being with my mother in her end days left an ache in my heart, but reading aloud to Batya helped me pass on a gift, something I was prevented from doing before.