End of life scares me and fascinates me.
This conflict brought me to work with Hospice patients.
I keep learning that in order to die well we need to live well.
Hospice work reminds me what’s important, of how temporary I am.
We all know it in our heads; it is a fact that we are all going to die but our body doesn’t know it or believe it.
I especially don’t remember that when I wake up in the morning.
I need reminders, and caring for others at the end of their lives is the best reminder.
I’m learning about vulnerability, tenderness and how to care for another.
So, if I get upset next time you call me for an RA, remind me that we will both not be here in 50 years. That might help!:)