Over forty years ago when we lived in Ann Arbor, Michigan, I got a long letter from a friend. She had been asked to visit a dying woman in a hospital. She was leaving town and could not do it, so she passed the buck to me.
The woman was 25 years old. She had very high blood pressure and no kidneys. She was on dialysis in an osteopathic hospital near Detroit. Her husband had divorced her because of her illness.
I found the hospital, went to her room, and told her who I was. The first thing she said was, “I am going to die.”
I replied, “Are you afraid to die?”
“I will tell you how not to be afraid to die.” I read her Hebrews 2:14-15. “Since the children have flesh and blood, he too shared in their h…