Maggie

Maggie


Maggie and I worked together in an assisted living facility. She was an aide. I am a nurse. We worked the memory care unit.

Maggie was Haitian but she had deep love and an uncanny talent for caring and communicating with people with brain changes.

When Covid struck, I retired, it was too much for me. Maggie continued even though she had just had a baby girl.

I sent the baby a gift of a tiny bracelet of pearls, crystals, a silver cross.

One night I woke from a dream of Maggie singing her favorite hymn, "Be Thou My Vision".

In the morning I received news that Maggie had contacted Covid, been placed on a ventilator and had died.

They said she was holding a tiny pearl bracelet when she passed.



Author's Note: Lyrics to Be Thou My Vision


Lyrics
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best thought, by day or by night
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light
Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord
Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son
Thou in me dwelling and I with Thee one
Riches I heed not, nor vain, empty praise
Thou mine inheritance, now and always
Thou and Thou only first in my heart
High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art
High King of heaven, my victory won
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's sun
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, O ruler of all
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, O ruler of all