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Published on April 11, 2006 By dharmagrl In Misc

Today I held the hand of a woman as she took her last breath.  Death came into the room, and when he left he took her with him.

There was no fanfare, no drum rolls or flashes of lightning.  She simply stopped breathing.

I was holding her hand when she left.  I think - no, I'm SURE - she knew I was there.

About 20 minutes after she had left, Brahms lullaby came over the loud speakers, indicating that a baby had been born.

As one leaves, so another comes, and the circle goes on.


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on Apr 12, 2006
I'm with Mason on this. It is not a job I think I could do, but I'm glad there are people such as yourself doing it. You are allaying probably one of humankind's biggest fears: to die alone. You have my respect.
on Apr 12, 2006

My experience with hospice was rewarding, it certainly helped my mom thru my stepfathers death

I'm glad that it worked for you!  A lot of people have a misconception that we're akin to Dr Kevorkian, when we're not.  It always warms my heart to hear that hospice care helped someone.

I'm betting she heard you, felt your presence, and was comforted beyond description

I KNOW she heard me. Things happened that let me know she heard me.....unfortunately I can't say much more than that.

You are allaying probably one of humankind's biggest fears: to die alone. You have my respect.

Thank you, Maso.  All I'm doing, I guess is helping people the way I would want to be helped were I dying.  Some of things things I learned about this lady after she had passed away were simply amazing.  She was really quite something in life and I am honored to have been able to help her complete her circle.  It's such a humbling experience, Maso.  Truly life changing.

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