Speaking to my Dad about his dying never would have come has I not been employed at hospice. My Dad told me in our conversation “I am not afraid to die but I sure will miss life.” My Dad died in hospital under not so nice conditions.
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My father suffering a brain aneurysm a few years ago and losing all sense of self while he was in intensive care. He’s better now, but not without complications. I love you Dad!
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Leslie’s generosity of spirit through her last days … looking for ways she could still make a difference and be remembered. I will always remember her.
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I have been asked many times how I could work at Hospice… because everyone dies – no one ever gets better. My answer is: It is an honour and a privilege to care and comfort someone in the last days of their lives. We help them to
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My wife’s death was the single most defining moment in my life. I was with her in the hospital at the moment she passed away and this changed how I look at living, and dying. In a society that keeps on putting off the discussion till it’s
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April 15/2016 Today is my brother’s birthday! I was not with him when he died of a heart attack 11 years ago! He is always watching me to ensure I am safe and well. He laughs at me when my children are giving me a hard time.
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I remember taking a moment to offer a hug and tear for a grieving parent who’s child just died moments ago. I held that mother in my arms and felt every part of my heart extend to her for a moment, it was a real physical feelings.
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