In Passing...

(I wasn't sure if I would post this. Mostly it was healing for me. I hope it's ok) We lost someone yesterday. I'm a theatre nurse, so I work in a very controlled environment, and losses here are very rare. We knew he was very sick, and old, and that the risks were high, but his shoulder was septic and there was no chance of improvement without washing it out. So we tried. He didn't even make it out of the anaesthetic room into the theatre itself. The family was not ready to lose him, so we did everything we could, while in our hearts we knew he was gone. Throughout it all, I did the most beautiful thing I felt I could do for him. I prayed. I prayed that God would be there, controlling what happened. That he would make sure whichever way it went, it would be for the best for our patient, and for his family. That God's spirit would breathe peace and calm. And it felt that way. Even when it was all done. Thankfully, it was not a coroner's case, so we could remove all the evidence of medical involvement, and leave him resting peacefully for his family. It made me feel better to be able to be able to care for him this way. It was a gift of love from us at his passing. I would like you to know - if someone you love ever passes from you in a hospital and you are not with them - they do not pass alone. There are people there - not just medical professionals, but people, filled with love and compassion and prayers for your precious one. Who gently care for them when you cannot. And that our heart aches for the hurt in yours.