How quick it all happened and the immediate regret of us not hanging out more, because we took our youth and time for granted. “It was great coming by again, see you in a few days. We’ll try to make something work.” Last words. Sound familiar? He
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Not asking enough questions about your life. Not knowing you better. Not calling often enough. If I did I would have more (deeper) memories, it hurts me that I didn’t.
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Nicolas… how healthy you seemed when you were born… I remember feeding you and holding you. I remember how your big brother was so proud. I remember how the very next day everything went horribly wrong. I remember the doctors telling us they “did everything they could,”
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When my grandmother on her dying journey asked if it was ok for her to accept death and stop fighting. A strong woman who had supported her family for her whole life accepting defeat. You never needed to ask you thought us to support each other the
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The last time I visited my Nana in her assisted living home, where she had been for several years, slowly succumbing to Alzheimer’s. My brother, trying to reach her through the fog asked her if she recognized us. She stared long and hard at us, clutching our
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I arrived very early that morning, for my ‘shift’. Only two of us, your ‘chosen family’ tended and safe-guarded your palliative care. I knew it was your last day — I smelled flowers and there were none there. You were alone. You were anxious and frightened. You were
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My father pass away last August. He died of kidney cancer at the age of 75 years. I remember how hard was for us, my brothers and sisters ‘cause despite we are adults now we all were getting started with our new family. My brother was having
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Caring for my family was the hardest “job” I had at their end of life, but I am forever grateful for the privilege of being there and the opportunity to share life moments, memories, joyful, and sorrow. It wasn’t easy, but somehow we made it, and accomplished
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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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