It's funny that so many people walk around afraid of dying... All ideas of what happens after death aside -- when you're dead, you won't know it. Shouldn't we be more concerned about living, which is what we're doing right now?
If there's anything I've gleaned so far from experiencing the death of my beloved grandmother -- from watching her go from walking freely to using a walker, moving into our house, going to the hospital, and, finally, experiencing the days leading up to her passing with hospice helping us along -- it's actually quite quick. It happens just like anything else in your day happens. And it can be beautiful. Incredibly beautiful. And it must be horrible to go through it alone. I am so thankful that hospice gave my family the opportunity to be with our grandmother in our home, so that we could be there with her -- loving her -- right up to her last breath.
I'm still processing it all. It's spurned me to blog, though, so I suppose that's a good thing. Maybe I'll be up to writing more another time. For now...
Blessing #114: Hospice
I am so blessed... that Hopsice exists. It is an incredible organization that employs amazing people to support and encourage families taking care of loved ones in the end stages of life. For our family, they were a huge blessing, allowing us to have my grandmother in our home. They provide differentiated support and even have musicians come out to play peaceful music for patients. I don't have enough words to express how thankful I am for the role Hospice played in the end of my grandmother's life. Such a blessing.
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