I still remember one of the most profound deaths of my hospice career. It was a rare opportunity, to watch a patient breathe his last, while his family held his hands and his military uniform hung in the background.
I always found a way to hit the floor at death visits. I’d create a clean spot in the corner, out of the way, while I made the phone calls and waited for the funeral home. Closer to the earth kept me grounded, reminded of the importance of my work and yet the fragility and the temporary nature of everything here.
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