Being with the dying is an absolute privilege and honour. I remember my first client death very well. I sat at the bedside of an elderly gentleman, while he was actively dying in hospital. His partner has stepped out to make funeral arrangements. The room was quiet.
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My dad is palliative and lives so far from me. My sister is his caregiver. She is awesome! Sometime when she tells me things about my dad … little things I almost get jealous because I am missing this opportunity and in my heart I always ask…
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I miss you… you’ve been gone almost 10 years but I still miss you. I still want to call you or send you an email. I miss your smile and our talks. I regret not going to the hospital early that day & not seeing you one
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I remember when my mom used to call my grandpa asking how my grandma [was] doing. going to see her every weekend, staying with her during weekends so that she don’t have to worry about me and my brothers. I don’t remember exactly what was my grandma’s
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I lost my mother in-law this past week. She died suddenly and lives in another province. It was difficult for my husband to lose his mother but for me I had wished I knew her better. If only we visited her more often or talked to her
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I do not need pictures I see her clear enough Yarn twisted in her fingers Her knitted inside of us….
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He died in my arms, and that is how I learned about death, about life and about caring for others at the end of life. Now, I am palliative myself – not dying, not now. I’m in that in between space, where you would never peg me
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My dear Aunt Shai was an attentive, caring, empahtetic physician who gave all of herself to help others. Losing her second son Lawson at the age of two had made her even more special in my and other eyes. While I watched my Aunt pass with colon
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