We turned left to enter the patient wing. I was struck by how quiet it was, how the warm sage-green carpet and wall color gave off an aura of calm, a sense of refreshment.
I could feel some of my nervousness vanishing in this setting.
A dark-haired, middle-aged woman in a nurse's outfit sat at the spacious nurses' station midway down the wide hallway. When she saw us, she stood up, smiled and held out her hand.
"Welcome to Hospice House. We're eager for you to join the team. I think music will be so special here. Oh, and I'm Kathleen one of the nurses."
We shook hands. I could already tell I was going to like her.
Do you have a "Kathleen" you would like to honor?