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The exhibitions that I curate are part of this impulse. These include<br />
the exhibition of Thomas Merton’s photographs in James Memorial<br />
Chapel last spring. Currently on view at a Chelsea gallery is a show<br />
I organized of works from the collection of John Ashbery. John<br />
decided that upon his death his entire art collection, mostly works<br />
given to him by friends, would be sold. The proceeds will go toward<br />
supporting experimental artists in various fields. I realized once the<br />
show was hanging that its true subject is friendship and the lives<br />
that these artists lived.<br />
Someone told me recently that the word “curate” comes from the<br />
Medieval Latin word curatus, which is translated as “one responsible<br />
for the care (of souls).” A curate is better known today as<br />
a person with ecclesiastic responsibilities to a parish priest. My<br />
calling in hospice and my role as a curator is part of a whole. I am<br />
caring for lives by remembering the dead. It is spiritually entering a<br />
sacred space.<br />
What I do in hospice is no different. I walk alongside patients while<br />
they are alive. I engage in life review and learn about their lives. I<br />
try to remember as I sit bedside that the patient was once young<br />
and vibrant. They have had full lives with accomplishments and disappointments,<br />
challenges and struggles. I want to hold on to their<br />
stories, and by doing so to not be afraid to enter the space between<br />
the living and the dead. I spent an hour with an eighty-seven-yearold<br />
woman the other day. It was my third visit. Her decline has<br />
been steep. Her spirit, however, remains strong. I learned so much<br />
from her about how to live a life fully and treat others with compas-