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He didn’t recognize me when I saw him

He didn’t recognize me when I saw him

The last time I saw my grandpa. It was about a year before he passed away. He lived in Hong Kong at the time. Staying at a senior home. I was visiting him with my parents, having come all the way from Toronto. He had dementia. He

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I was able to just be there with them

I was able to just be there with them

I had a patient on our palliative care unit who was completely comfortable and it was the last few minutes of her life. It was late at night and just me and her daughter there. My “medical” nursing role was done and I was able to just

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I was in awe of this family

I was in awe of this family

Sitting with a family as they sat around the bed of their mom/wife/sister/grandmother/aunt. I was in awe of this family — all present and yet so scared, sad and angry. I could feel their love for my patient and yet so much stress in the room. I

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He made memories for his family that were so rich

He made memories for his family that were so rich

A wonderful, brilliant, vibrant, complex man who left the hospital with a 3 week prognosis to survive 2 years. In those years he made memories for his family that were so rich. He taught me so much about the power of mind and positive thinking. “Change your

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I tasted the sacred dimension of time

I tasted the sacred dimension of time

Le fait d’avoir accompagné ma mère dans sa fin de vie, et ce, pendant plusieurs mois, a marqué deprintivement ma pratique clincique, goitant las dimension sacrée du temps de l’space et de la presénce… The fact of having accompanied my mother during her end of life journey

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It was all about this beautiful life

It was all about this beautiful life

I remember sharing the final moments of a young women’s life with the family. As they let her go, and they let go. Seeing the incredible amount of love and how at this time the family crisis and misgivings about each other fell away and it was

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Each person graced me with the honour

Each person graced me with the honour

All the clients I have cared for in their final months, days and hours! I remember every client who I had the privilege of caring for at the end of their life. Some I was along with, holding their hand, some had family and loved ones present

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Oh la! La vie.

Oh la! La vie.

One last words of a child at the palliative center for kids “lighthouse” said to me and his family before passing away. “Oh la! La Vie” This powerful sentence in which he said it loud and clear was his last words. This word changed everything in my

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His mother came to see me

His mother came to see me

In an acute care setting, I took care of a young male client. Throughout his week with us, I supported his mother during this ordeal. When he passed away one week later, I wasn’t working. I attended the funeral for my grieving process. One year later, on

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It’s so good to just hear your voice

It’s so good to just hear your voice

“Hi Uncle Pete, it’s me, Clare…” “Oh, Clare, it’s so good to just hear your voice!” Across many miles, last conversation by telephone between a young niece and her dying young uncle.

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