We have all had the one moment when a complete stranger does something that touches us in such a profound way that it stays with us for the rest of our lives. I had one of those moments just over a month ago and this is my story.||||On February 9, 2015, I was sitting in my living room in Hamilton when the phone rang. I had known for about a week that my Mom was sick and only had a few months left to live. When I answered the phone, the voice on the other end said that if I wanted to see her alive that I had to come now. My Husband myself and my two sisters headed to Port Perry hospital right away. By the time we arrived my Mom was unconscious, thus I would never hear her voice again. Never hear her say the words I love you again. We sat for hours by her bedside waiting for the inevitable to happen.||||As night neared my husband suggested that I call the only motel in Port Perry, to see if they had a room. I called but was told that they were fully booked. I asked if there were any other motels in the area and the lady said that there was one just in Brooklyn about 20 minutes away. She gave me the number, but not the name.||I called the number and asked if there were any rooms and the man said yes and would I like to reserve it. I explained that my Mom was dying and that we were not sure when and that we could not leave the hospital. He said to just call him if I did need the room no matter what time it was.||||At 9:35 P.M. with all of the family around her, we watch my Mom take her last breath as she slipped peacefully out of our world. My mind could not believe that this was happening. It was only December 16, 2014, that my Dad had passed on. Both my parents were gone just seven weeks apart. Despite my age, I felt like a child, an orphan, alone and scared.||||Sometime later I called the motel and said that my Mom had passed and that I would need a room with two beds, one for my sisters and one for my husband and myself. I asked for the address so that I could put it in my GPS. Again I did not get the name of the place.||||The drive was quiet and sombre. The darkness of the night was haunted by memories, of Mom. Everything seemed like a dream that couldn't possibly be real or perhaps a nightmare that we all desperately wanted to wake from. Suddenly the silence was broken by the voice on the GPS when it said you have arrived at your destination on left. We all looked up at the sign at the same time and began to laugh. Here we had just witnessed our Mom begin her journey to the afterlife, but when we looked up we saw the bright motel sign cutting through the darkness its words so fitting. The sign said “The Bon Voyage Motel”. How ironic we thought. We knew that even Mom would laugh at that.||||We left my sisters warm in the truck as my husband and I went into the small office. The man handed me a card to fill out. When it was done he read it and asked why we were here if we were from Hamilton. I replied that my Mom lives in Caesarea or did live there.||||As the man passed on his condolences my husband stepped forward with his wallet to pay for the room. The man looked not only into my eyes but somehow he looked into my soul. With a quiet voice, the man said, no charge. Somehow thank you seemed to be far too little, but it was all that I could say.||||This man had extended a kind and gentle hand into the darkness of our weary world. In a simple act of kindness, he had restored my faith in humanity. It didn't take long for our exhaustion to take over as we all slipped away into sleep, warm and safe in this haven that was gifted to us. I still don't know that mans name, but I will always remember his face. Since that night I have thought about him often and always with great comfort in the knowledge that there are still people in this world that make it a better place. This man will forever be in our minds and in our hearts.||||To this man from the family of Trish Gaudet 1939 to 2015, Nancy, my husband Tom and my sisters Roxanne and Glenna. Thank you and may your God...
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