Wednesday, January 30, 2013
He had gotten progressively weaker, and the hospice nurse told the family gently that it wouldn't be much longer. He asked his wife not to leave him alone. He wanted her next to him for all the time he had left. She climbed into bed with him on Friday, and, except for a few potty runs, she stayed there until he was pronounced on Monday afternoon. They had kept their promises to one another their whole lives, she said, and she was glad to be able to keep this one.
That's the thing about this job. You expect it to be sad. You just don't expect it to be so beautiful that it knocks the breath out of you.