I watched people die tonight. In a hospital. At home. I sat and wept. That's what sucks about watching TV. The drama on shows like Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice.
I looked for Dad. I remembered what it was like to watch Dad die at home. His urn sits in our home until Mom returns. It felt good to cry.
I reconnected with the head nurse at Bayonne Hospice on fb. She happened to also be my school nurse many years ago. She reminded me, "You and your family did a wonderful job . . . a gift of love for your Dad. I'm sure you feel relieved and satisfied that you could accomplish what you did . . . I am proud of you and grateful to be a part of it." She's right. What a gift of love it was to have Dad die at home. Thank you, Barbara.
"Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever." ~ Elisabeth Kuebler-Ross
Falling stars are beautiful, aren't they?