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| Even as a nurse, I will never become accustomed to death. It is not that I don't accept it or understand the reality of life-endings, it is that with each person that is lost a little of my heart breaks because a valuable light in the world has dimmed. Each person, I believe, has graced the planet in some way by their presence and energy. I may or may not have known of their existence prior to meeting them at the end of their journey but there is always a glimpse in one's final moments of a souls beauty. it may surface through conversation with a person, a story from loved ones, or the legacy of people left to mourn. While I feel blessed to have known them for just a small part of their story, there is an inevitable sense of loss that captures. Caregivers will find comfort in the pursuit of life and love. My prayer and every nurse I've ever met is that we never become so cynical we forget to acknowledge the value of the person who has passed. They don't teach you these things in nursing school. It is born in the heart. |
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