A few years ago while serving as a Chaplain resident, I was called to the room of a patient who was actively dying. Even though I was well into my second year of CPE (Clinical Pastoral Education), I still felt a wave of sadness overtake me as I proceeded to be with the family of this patient. If we were to hit the rewind button, during the first week of my first year in this position, I had witnessed the death of two children due to cancer. Needless to say, I was no stranger to this part of the job, however; it was something that I never got used to. Even though this particular patient was well into her 90’s, it did not change the fact that death was inevitable. She was admitted into our hospice unit and I was the on-call chaplain for the night. I remember getting the page and hearing the words, ” a family has requested the presence of a Chaplain in hospice room 4**.” As I got myself together, I immediately began to pray for strength and guidance as I went to be with this family. You see, prior to serving as a Chaplain, I had lost my maternal grandmother who died in the same hospital. So my prayer was that I would not experience any transference or counter transference during this visit. When we think of someone dying, it’s hard not to imagine what that family is feeling or going through. One thing I learned during CPE and in life is that everyone grieves in their own unique way. The loss or a matriarch to a family can be devastating, the family can either grow stronger together or grow further apart. The dynamics within that family tend to play a major role that we often times do not wish to discuss. So as I made my way to the patient’s room, I was greeted with smiles, singing and chatter. As I introduced myself to the family, they told me that their mother, grandmother and great-grandmother was a devout Christian. They informed me that her love for God and his people was something they had always loved about her and even though she is will no longer be with them physically, they understood that she would be in heaven. The reminisced about her life with her husband and how she loved to cook and help other people. This encounter that I was having reminded me more of a family reunion rather than a death. They began to sing songs such as, “Oh I want to see him” and “Pass me not Oh Gentle Savior.” I felt as though I was in church and not in a hospital setting as I joined in with them to sing these songs and remember their loved one. Then it happened…her chest stopped rising and one single tear rolled down her face. God had received one of his chosen into his arms and the family spoke these words to me…”it is well with our soul.” The next morning I had to give the nightly report and as I recalled the events to my fellow residents, my supervisor said, “you experienced a Good Death.” With a puzzled look on my face, I asked him what was good about death? A family has lost their loved one…what is so good about that?? He then began to explain to me how the atmosphere and the dynamics were those that we as Chaplains hope to encounter, but the chances are slim to none. This family was not fighting over a will, money or material things. They simply knew that the life she lived spoke volumes for her as she instilled values and morals into them.  As I sit back an reflect on this encounter, I can only hope that as I continue on this journey, I am able to encounter and assist more families as they experience A Good Death that will ultimately change their lives.