One death, one funeral, one dying, one day….


Friday morning, as the first rays of the new day peeped through the clouds, a brave young mother breathed her last breath.  She was surrounded by her mother, her two daughters, her ex-husband and a friend…  Seconds earlier her mom was whispering words of love to her.  Telling her it is okay to go… Friday afternoon I attended the funeral of another brave young mother who had died at Stepping Stone.  She died with her mom and Hospice volunteers next to her bed.  Earlier we had sung for her, prayed for her… Her family could not bear to see her dying and abandoned her and her mom in her final days.  This brave young woman had a beautiful smile on her lips when the undertakers arrived to remove her cancer ravished body. At the funeral pink balloons were sent into the sky

balloons

Friday evening I stood in the room of a father and husband who was dying.  The youngest son sitting slumped in a chair.  His eyes red and swollen.  At the foot end of the bed a stepson smelling of alcohol.  “Had a couple of beers tonight Pop.  At least four for you” he said. “He was a man’s man.  He came home drunk every night of his life.  He lived his life!  He provided well for my mom.  He worked and played hard.” he said with admiration in his voice… My thoughts went back to earlier that day when the dying man’s wife tried to hug him. “F…. off… F…. off” he told her.  His wife wept for him.  She stayed with him.  She will mourn for him.

11 thoughts on “One death, one funeral, one dying, one day….

  1. How do you do that How do you watch people die each day Your strength and faith for that must be what it is, is remarkable. I wish you could bottle it and sell it I would buy a case I swear I would, I am so tired of the pain. God Bless you!

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    1. It is the only thing that makes sense. Providing others with pain and symthom relief. Vic was denied this for so long. I hurt all the time. Each new death leaves another scar. This is what Vic wanted and i promised…. hugs and hesling wishes dear Len

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  2. This was a tough post to read. Reality hits hard sometimes. I’ve been with several now, on their death beds. My sister died alone…so unexpected by the whole family. Thanks for sharing.

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