He said a prayer to God for the knowing ways of touch. Then suddenly Charlie thought about his own death and who would be touching him. He had outlived many of his friends, and the ones who were still alive might not be able to come. Unless his nephews flew in, it would probably be Sister Terry, the interpreter of sleep, and the other chaplains. Then again, he thought, I may konk out quickly.
Death plays no favorites.
Everyone was quieting down. Charlie pushed himself off the bed and joined the circle. Alan, we would like to anoint you and assure you of God's love. Charlie opened the book, anointed Alan's forehead, and read the words slowly. Through this holy anointing may the Lord in his love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit.