“There is a sense of sacredness at Quiet Oaks. The walls of this place, house God’s actions. I don’t know that my dad could have fully anticipated what the Quiet Oaks experience would be like. I do know that if he could have chosen a place that would tend to our broken hearts in the same manner, he would – this would have been it. Who would have thought that the very place that I wanted to run from would become the place I needed most? I am so thankful that in his dying days, I was not administering medication, spending nights worrying about pain or his last breaths, as we were trying to keep him comfortable. Instead, I was snuggled up to my dad, reassuring him that he did an amazing job here and promising him that somehow, we’d be ok when it was time for him to go.”