For over 35 years, my journey of volunteering has taken me from being a candy striper to dedicating over a decade with Child Help, and serving as a Casa for foster children. Yet, it's my recent role in hospice care that has profoundly filled my heart. Bringing my therapy dog, Turbo, to visit veteran hospitals and children's hospitals has always been rewarding. But I've found a unique fulfillment in hospice care, an experience that has reshaped my view on the significance of life's final chapters.
Life begins amidst celebrations - showers, birthdays, baptisms - yet, as we age, these celebrations often dwindle, especially as illness, estrangement, or the lack of family support shadows our days. I believe the end of life deserves as much reverence and joy as its beginning. Hospice care embodies this belief, offering a space for love, joy, and the sharing of life stories with attentive ears. It's about ensuring everyone has the essentials they need, alongside hope.
Initially, I hesitated to step into hospice volunteering, fearing it would be a source of sadness. To my surprise, it brought me immense joy. Turbo and I cherish our visits, witnessing the sparkle in the eyes of those we meet. It's a reminder that every stage of life, especially its culmination, should be embraced with compassion and celebration.
The people working in hospice are truly special, and I am honored to be among them. This role doesn't just allow me to actively engage with those at the end of their journey; it lets me see their lives illuminated, if only for a moment, with the joy and love they deserve.
My heart is full, knowing that in some way, Turbo and I can bring a semblance of happiness to those facing their final days. It’s a profound reminder that while we may start life surrounded by joy, we should also end it enveloped in love and dignity.
With Love,
Jennifer Archuleta & Turbo
