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Her hand held mine

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Her hand held mine

You reminded me of my Grandmother,
In more ways than you will ever know.
As I stood at your bedside, your hand held mine.
I watched you take your last breath.
As you slipped into a deep sleep,
Never to re-awaken.
It brought me back to when I was a teen girl.
When my Grandmother slipped away from me
Her hand held in mine
She was my first palliative encounter; you were my first palliative patient as a Nurse.

I thank you Hilda and will cherish the experience, memories, and the honour of also being with you for your last breath.

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