How Hospice Became Home for Mary and Fred

As the holiday season approaches, many of us find comfort in the warmth of home, the scent of familiar meals, and the company of those we love. For Mary and Fred, that comfort took on a deeper meaning last Christmas, when they found a home at St. Joseph’s Hospice.

“When Fred and I first walked into Hospice, I didn’t know what to expect. I was exhausted. So much of my energy at home had been spent on caregiving, meals and all the little things that come with illness. I worried that I would miss out on truly being with him in those last weeks.”

But the moment she opened the door to their room, she burst into tears. “It was beautiful, spacious, quiet and peaceful, like a little apartment of our own. We were so lucky to have that room. I even called it “Lucky Room 7.” It felt like home the moment we walked in.”

Fred loved having visitors, and at Hospice everyone was welcome. Friends, neighbours and family could all come and sit in their living area or the Great Room. And the food! “Fred especially loved the warm, home-cooked meals made with love. The aroma of dinner wafting down the hallway made Hospice feel like home.”

The holidays were no different. Walking through the halls, Mary says it felt like a winter wonderland — twinkling lights, a glowing heart-shaped light in the garden courtyard, and cozy, festive décor. “This meant the world to us! Every little touch — the decorated tree, the laughter of the staff, the simple comfort of small food requests — became something monumental. They made life feel normal again and offered peace during the most difficult season of our lives.”

At Hospice, Mary found rest for herself and compassionate care for Fred. Surrounded by staff and volunteers who noticed the little details brought them comfort. Fred was touched to learn that all of this care came completely free. While the government covers just 50% of our costs, the remainder is made possible by the kindness of supporters like you. Mary describes their time at St. Joseph’s Hospice as a gift — the gift of rest, peace, and togetherness. “It’s a bittersweet time of goodbyes,” she reflected, “but I didn’t have to do it alone.”