It has been a sad few weeks, and I really just need to get this post out of the way so I can move on from all these depressing posts. I have been on the other side of this process so many times. As a nurse, I often help people through the transition of death. It isn’t easy, but it’s not often personal, so I can compartmentalize. But then every so often I connect with the family, and I feel a small part of their grief, a feeling that is difficult to shake.
Many days of the last few weeks have been spent in Spokane, at the deathbed of a beautiful man. I knew what I was getting into because I’ve done this before, although it was quite a long time ago, but I had forgotten the heartache. So yesterday we commemorated, honoring what is most sacred, the passing of life. I am so grateful to have been a part of his life, and a part of his death. He was calm and peaceful. Then, in the very last moments, he opened his eyes, clearly looking at his family and we told him we loved him, that he was irreplaceable and that we would never forget.
