ABSTRACT
I approached the front door and rang the bell as I have been doing for the past 16 years of making home visits as a hospice bereavement worker. After some minutes a slight woman slowly opened the door with a half smile. She led me down the hall to her living room, and we sat down. Her dog hopped up on the couch beside her and put his head in her lap. Sue sighed before beginning to speak. Her son had disappeared some weeks ago and had been found dead in a shallow body of water. He had drowned, and there was no explanation for this tragic incident. Though this was not a hospice case, this mother had consulted our services from the community.
