April 24, 2013
Today, I held the hand of a woman who is actively and courageously dying.
She is younger than me, with 4 children, a loving spouse and a loyal puppy who follows her around the house all day.
A future stolen and a past to reconcile before she goes.
I work with families who are facing death and yet every single time I hold a dying hand, I am humbled by the sheer strength they represent. The strength to keep fighting when a deadline is imposed. The strength to leave a lasting legacy. The strength to make sure all those left are cushioned in their grief. The strength to say goodbye, with dignity, integrity and love.
It's a privilege to be invited into these very intimate and heart wrenching journeys, as hard as it is to be there.
Do you ever think about what it would be like to know the end of your life is near? Do you have plans for a gentle ending? Or a list of amends to make? Task to complete? Dream to live out? Changes to implement?Debts to pay?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?