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Extraordinary Love

As a hospice volunteer, I have had the great fortune of meeting some beautiful families. They have touched my life in so many incredible ways and have touched my innermost heart. I have been most blessed over the last year and a half to know one extraordinary family, whose daughter’s name is Shirlee. In all the time I was her volunteer, I don’t remember a day that went by when her parents were not by her side. Shirlee was a 34-year-old woman with advanced multiple sclerosis (MS). She could neither move nor talk, so having parents who were so devoted to ensuring her care was almost essential. When her parents would arrive, Shirlee would glow. Her tense body would be at peace. Her closed eyes would open. Her parents were there and all was at rest.

I remember one time in particular when Shirlee was running a high fever and was literally beet red. I was so distraught that I kept going after the nurses to come and help her out. Within minutes, the best medicine of all showed up: her parents. Her grimaced face was puckered and her eyes were determinedly closed shut and yet when they entered the room her eyes opened and she smiled. Her red face became its normal color. And her fever left her. In all of my years I have never seen such a dramatic change within seconds. If love can heal all, it was shown to me in that moment.

Shirlee wore a red bracelet with the word “HOPE” on it. This was THE word for Shirlee and her family, as there was never a time when the entire family was not hoping. The whole family knew that the prognosis was grim, but they kept hoping. I was called many times, especially over this past summer, when it was believed that the end was near. But despite the words of “no hope” from nurses and doctors, we all knew that Shirlee kept hoping for another day. And indeed, that hope brought her back from the “brink” so many times I lost count.

I firmly believe that Shirlee held on to such hope because of the extraordinary love her parents had for her. They loved their daughter to her core. They told funny stories about when she met Jay Leno, Richard Marx, and Regis Philbin (yes, Shirlee got around), they teased each other in front of her about something that had happened that day, or they would share some childhood memory of ways that she was be the defender of the less fortunate. And when words would escape them, they would simply hold her hand and put their head to her brow. Anyone who witnessed the family together could not help but see the extraordinary love they had for each other. They all fit perfectly together. I got to know Shirlee’s brother Michael just a little while ago, but I often heard the tales about how they grew up. They were truly a twosome. When I met him, I could see how the puzzle fit perfectly together as I looked at the four of them interact with each other.

On December 30th I was able to witness one last time what extraordinary love means, and how it is played out with actions of love. I walked into Shirlee’s hospital room a final time to see those whom she loved the most in the world holding her hands, her feet, and caressing her brow as they told her once again how much they loved her. They told her how rich their life had been because she was in it. They shared with each other stories of special moments. And they told her to follow the light if she saw it, so she could just peacefully go to Heaven. As the pastor prayed one last prayer of peace and for the Son to take her hand, she breathed her last breath and went peacefully on to Heaven. She left us while being surrounded by extraordinary love that strengthened her to take her next step along life’s journey. She knew that their love would carry her to her heavenly home to be with her Father in Heaven. Shirlee was heavenly blessed to be born to the family that she had. And her parents were even more blessed to have Shirlee as their daughter. Surely the Father in Heaven deemed them to have an overly abundant amount of love surpassing human bounds and knew only they could be worthy of such a life so well lived.

For all of us who knew and loved Shirlee, and for those of us who were honored to call her friend, we saw what true hope and courage looked like in the life of one who was so strong and so determined. Shirlee defied all odds by being a testament of what profound, deeply enduring, and unconditional love can do.


Cari is currently at Duke Divinity in order to achieve her Masters of Divinity. She is also a part-time hospice volunteer. Prior to school, Cari took a year to volunteer full-time. Before that she was the VP of Employee Services e-business group with Fidelity for 2 years. She also worked at IBM for over 18 years in many roles from Human Factors Engineering to middle management in Human Resources (HR). Cari used to speak at numerous HR conferences about how to transform HR operations. She also led the Women’s Diversity Network Group at both IBM and Fidelity. Cari graduated from the University of Arkansas with a degree in psychology. She loves to hear from you - her e-mail is williscj@aol.com.