Honeysuckle Air: Ann’s Deathbed Voodoo Goddess Blessing

The following is what happened in my best friend’s hospital room a short while before she died. The nurse aide walked in, shut the door, and proceeded to perform a ritual on the patient.

Instead of calling for help from the nurse, as most would have done, Ann lay fascinated, astonished, and a bit amused as she watched the lady do her thing. My friend lay her arm on mine and signaled me to just watch as she did not feel she was in any actual danger.

A few days later, DURING her third heart attack, my dear friend told me to write and she dictated this poem to me in these exact words about the amazing experience:

The Voodoo Goddess came and found a woman filled with disease.

The called upon all her magic to create some ease for her:


She called upon the devil. She called upon Jesus, St. Michael and lesser gods.

She reached into her forehead, eyes, nose and mouth and pulled out all the evil lurking there.

She cast out the spells that were holding the woman in bondage, and sent all those ugly things straight to hell.


She felt this patient had been seized by the devil, and told that disease to Be Gone!

She pulled that sickness out and with the forehead, the eyes, the nose, and the mouth returned this woman to health, wellness, and joy.


Although my friend knew she was on the path of dying, she found some solace in the lady’s raw yet sincere attempt to help with the fervor of her ceremony.

Ann enjoyed telling her many visitors about the unreal event, and got lots of chuckles, yet they all seemed to understand the lady had meant well. At this point, reassurance of any kind provided a bit of comfort in her dying days.

She knew it was an exercise in mythology, yet the pipe dream helped her have the energy to move to the next step of her life–hospice. She treasured both the hope and humor of this story as the made her final transitions.


Copyright 2011 by Hildra Tague, giving full credit to her good friend Ann Tofft, for the dictated portion. In her final weeks she urged me to write up this and other observations I made during her  illness. Obtain permission for use online or in print.


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Career educator in both public and private schools. Has tutored all ages. Writes about education, parenting, & seniors. Sings harmony with folk/rock group and a choir. Caregiver for spouse who dealt with Stage IV cancer. Happy person committed to nature and conservation of a green world.
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2 Responses to Honeysuckle Air: Ann’s Deathbed Voodoo Goddess Blessing

  1. Pingback: Grief Tearbook: When I Think of My Friend Ann | Hildra Tague's Celebrations of Learning Blog

  2. jillbrowne says:

    That’s remarkable, Hildra. What an insight into your friend’s nature. Thank you for sharing.


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