Lessons from a Cowboy

He had that Texas swagger as he ambled down the hallway, quietly tipping his cowboy hat to everyone he passed.  He had a kind face and gentle eyes. I had been at my mother’s bedside for three days and nights, determined to keep my promise to be with her when she died.  I was exhausted as I leaned against her room's doorframe.  He was a welcome change of pace for my tired eyes and breaking heart.

As I turned to take my post once again at my mother’s side, I heard, “Excuse me, ma’am.  I’m looking for Mrs. Kirkland.  Is this the right room?”

Surprised he was here to visit my mother, I responded, “Yes, you’ve got the right room.  I’m her daughter.”

“Ma’am, I hope you don’t mind, but I attend the Cowboy Church, and we’ve been praying for your mama and your family.  We’re so sorry she isn’t doing well.”

I struggled for words but managed to thank him for his thoughtfulness.  Something about his quiet voice and calm spirit touched my heart.  He was a total stranger and had never met my mother, but here he was humbly standing beside me, sharing my pain.

We were interrupted by a nurse who needed to confirm the name of the funeral home we had chosen for when the time came. I walked down the hallway to talk with her and left my new friend standing inside the doorway.  The conversation took longer than I expected, although I was anxious to return to my mother’s room.  As I got to her door, I’ll never forget what I saw.

Kneeling beside my mother’s bed was the cowboy, head bowed, gently holding her tired little hand, his big hat placed over his heart as he silently prayed for her.  He didn’t utter a sound, but his silhouette in that darkened, quiet room is forever etched in my memory.

After a time, he lightly kissed her hand and stood to his feet.  He put his big cowboy hat back on his head, gave me a sweet smile, and with tear-filled eyes, left the room.

This humble cowboy taught me that when our hearts are broken, we don’t need words. We simply need the silent presence of a kind soul who will take our pain upon themselves and carry it with us even for a moment. I’m so thankful for that sweet cowboy and all he taught me that day without uttering a single word.