
Wide Horizon Hospice
I did not know Rose. I had never met her, yet I attended her funeral this morning. All I know of Rose is that she was 25 years old and left three young children for her mother to care for. As is the Swazi tradition, she was laid to her final rest at sunup.
We arrived at her remote homestead in the predawn hours just as the men were moving her narrow wooden casket from her home and placing it in back of a pickup truck. We fell in line with the other mourners and followed on foot as the truck bounced along a rutted dirt road around the hillside to the primordial burial ground. The procession sang the now familiar strains of the African hymns, and though I did not understand the words, one could not mistake the sentiment of the plaintive refrains.
We walked in darkness until at last we reached our destination, a steep hillside littered with unmarked stone mounds, each one representing a perished soul. The men pulled Rose’s casket from the bed of the truck and by the light of a lantern held high made their way down the steep incline. They placed the coffin by the freshly dug grave. I made my way to the bottom of the hill and looked up at the gathered mourners, now numbering nearly 100, their brown faces turned skyward and their voices continuing the ancient cadence, as the breaking dawn gave a muted light to the scene.
As Rose’s casket was lowered into the ground, the first true rays of the morning sun fell upon the hillside. Rose’s mother, sister, brothers and children took turns ceremoniously tossing a handful of dirt into the grave. The singing continued as the men from the community got to the real work of burying their dead.
After the last shovel of dirt was placed and the last stone was positioned, the preacher read from a worn Bible. Then, a representative from the family addressed those gathered. He departed from his native tongue to acknowledge our presence. He said our coming brought the bereaved family honor and comfort.
From my stance at the bottom of the hill I could now plainly see the faces of the mourners in the morning sun. I was taken by what I perceived as numbness on their countenances. No tears, no sobs, just blank stares from those who have repeated this ritual far too many times.
And then it was over. They turned and left. I lingered for a moment. Now, in the full morning sun, I beheld the entire mountainside literally crowded with stone covered mounds. And now a new one.
I did not know Rose. I had never met her, yet I attended her funeral this morning.


Wide Horizon Hospice
John Johnson, director of the Lexington office of Hospice of the Bluegrass, traveled to Africa last year. While there, he paid a visit to Wide Horizon, HOB’s sister hospice in South Africa. This story describes an experience he had there. In the past few years, HOB Employees have raised nearly $15,000 for Wide Horizon Hospice. This funding helped pay for all new cabinetry, countertops, filing cabinets and storage lockers in the duty room, an updated kitchen and patient bathroom.


with pediatric patients and families. It is unpredictable and challenging. I have spent visits holding babies, doing crafts, helping with homework, having my hair fixed, watching reality TV (more than I care to admit), playing computer games, laughing and crying. It has been an honor to walk with our patients and families. I have learned so much about life and love that I couldn’t possibly put it all into one blog. I have learned that it is the little moments that are precious and make the big memories. Now, that may seem like something one would read on a greeting card, but it is true. It reminds me of one of our first Daniel’s Care patients.
One visit stands out in my mind. His mother had asked me to drive her and the baby to a doctor’s appointment. She did not have transportation as the family had one car which her husband needed for work. She had called me the day before to discuss the time of appointment and then timidly asked me if we could stop and get his picture made. She said she had baby pictures with her two other children, but not one with him. She reported people might think it strange because he wasn’t supposed to live long and because he had a facial deformity. Of course I told her we could stop for pictures.
Daniel’s Care is specialized pediatric care provided by Hospice of the Bluegrass for Children and adolescents from birth to twenty-one who are coping with life-threatening illnesses and/or conditions. The Daniel’s Care program served approximately 145 patients last year in both hospice and palliative care. Hospice of the Bluegrass has trained pediatric hospice staff in every office. The Palliative Care staff consults on pediatric patients at Kentucky Children’s Hospital, sees patients at the Daniel’s Care Pediatric Palliative Care Clinic in Lexington and in their homes.

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