From reeds to rest

Rev. Cheryl Cruce Columnist It was during my time as a home health aide, working with a local hospice, that I learned some of life’s deepest lessons. I remember one gentleman in his upper 90s, who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness he simply called “old age.” Even so, his mind remained sharp, and his memory reached back over a life well lived. In our conversations, he often reflected on growing up during seasons when war and the Great Depression had shaken the nation, yet there