I debated writing this snippet from the Story - but to not would be a loss and a dishonor to the life of the man, the family that asked, the journey home.

We'd lived in Merida for about 2 months and were moving - when I met a couple that I admire to this time - in the process of buying  a couch of all things.  The discussion often turns quickly to what I do, when the conversation isn't directed by me or others. :)   "Spirit drives the bus" is a real thing.

Their questions turned to helping with cancer - their father was diagnosed with it years before and told he had 4 months.  :)  needless to say, will power was stronger than the prognosis.  I offered what I hoped would ease the pain of a journey my system said was coming to a close.
About 6 weeks later, I received a message asking to help.  Their dad was in hospital, in extreme pain and could no longer speak - and asked for help. 
I had them send a photo and name and reached out through the family connections to dad.
I felt such pain around the lungs, chest and sternum so worked to help that subside and set it aside for him.
I could feel the breath become less labored and the tension subside.

9 hours later - I was informed of his passing and a few days later I received an invitation to the funeral service. 

At the funeral, I received such a heart felt thank you from the family and his loving wife. 
He'd been unable to speak for over a week before they contacted me.  After I reached out and helped as I could, he turned to his wife and asked 3 times for kisses - they were his final words.   

I can think of no greater request from love
Thank you Spirit for the gifts you give.  For the love you allow me to give voice to.