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you were pronounced dead at 12.07 in the morning. . .
you glanced at me and let go. . .
you stopped breathing.
the dimly lit room was your last ...
the sounds of your breath getting softer and softer. . .then not at all . . .
i closed your eyes, and shed tears.
i walked out of the room and all i could say was . . .
i think it would be best if you call the rest of the family. . .
she has stopped breathing. . .
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[one of the hardest things about working in a retirement home is death. this is the first time that i have ever dealt with death directly, and it was one of the most surreal and beautiful things that i have ever witnessed and/or experienced in my life. like birth i feel that death is equally important. . .
it.s hard to maintain composure in front of the daughter that has just held her mothers hand for the last time, and is now emotionally destroyed. instead of the normal tissue, she has a towel that she has been clinching to with white knuckles and sobbing in for the past couple of hours, dreadfully anticipating this moment, but wanting her mothers suffering to end.
i will never forget this phenomenal woman.
nor will i forget putting her body on a gurney and into a body bag, as a cna, the responsibilities . . . they are unquestionable, you just have to oblige.
the same in death. . . you just have to accept it. ]
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you glanced at me and let go. . .
you stopped breathing.
the dimly lit room was your last ...
the sounds of your breath getting softer and softer. . .then not at all . . .
i closed your eyes, and shed tears.
i walked out of the room and all i could say was . . .
i think it would be best if you call the rest of the family. . .
she has stopped breathing. . .
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[one of the hardest things about working in a retirement home is death. this is the first time that i have ever dealt with death directly, and it was one of the most surreal and beautiful things that i have ever witnessed and/or experienced in my life. like birth i feel that death is equally important. . .
it.s hard to maintain composure in front of the daughter that has just held her mothers hand for the last time, and is now emotionally destroyed. instead of the normal tissue, she has a towel that she has been clinching to with white knuckles and sobbing in for the past couple of hours, dreadfully anticipating this moment, but wanting her mothers suffering to end.
i will never forget this phenomenal woman.
nor will i forget putting her body on a gurney and into a body bag, as a cna, the responsibilities . . . they are unquestionable, you just have to oblige.
the same in death. . . you just have to accept it. ]
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