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‘Some say once you’re gone, you’re gone forever Some say you’re gonna come back I think I’ll just let the mystery be.’ In this first-person story, a former hospital chaplain recounts how she served as a sacred hand-holder for the dying, even as aspects of her faith gradually peeled away or evolved.

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As a hospital chaplain, my job was holding hands in the dark | Psyche Turning Points As a hospital chaplain, I watched lives end, faiths fracture and certainties crumble. My job was holding hands in the dark https://buff.ly/1Uye8Gc