Blessed

• Posted on 16th May 2019
• in friends, Hospice, This-n-that
• by Dragonfly

I have a difficult “job”.

One that most could never do. One that most people shy away from. I walk on the “wild side”… Or rather the “Other side”. I hold the hands of families loosing loved ones. I hold the hands of the loved ones as they take their last breathes.

To most this is a horrible job as they are not one that is able to handle death. I am jaded. Years of sitting with people as they are reduced to no longer speaking and their breath comes only every 30 seconds, I no longer cry while sitting. I no longer cry when the next breath takes 45 seconds…. or when it no longer comes at all…..

I hold the family as they cry. I call the police for them. I make sure,  when the Funeral home comes, that the family is taken care of while the loved one is taken to the last place before they rest in their final destination.

I share this because normally I am stoic. I am able to stand strong and love the family through. Yet I am finding this one is harder.

You my amazing friend of many years…. You are BIGGER than life. When you walked into a room… the room noticed not only how tall you were but how BIG your personality was. You have had 9 lives and lived each one to the fullest. You say you had 3 lives and the last one was the Best one. Yet we both know I am right, it has been 9. The stories you tell and I have written them down, show that there are more than 9!

You have had a hard time saying goodbye. Of letting go. You struggled with leaving the best woman in the world. Your loving wife tells me I am the president of her fan club…. But I cannot hold a candle to the high praise you give her.

She heard us talk in all different ways. You were always willing to throw me Some shit. But I was always quick to give it back. That is why our strange relationship grew and changed into an amazing amount of love.

You sang to me everyday.

“You’ll never find a love like mine”

You only ever sang a few lines. Because you didn’t have enough breath to sing it all to me. I would turn my hearing aids up all the way so I could hear a bit of your rich deep beautiful voice. Than one day I looked up the words…..and your phone calls to me meant something more …. something I never knew. You told me you loved me with every phone call.

So here I sit. As you are taking those last breathes. Holding your hand… realizing that you were right. I will never find a love like yours…. you are AMAZING.

Don’t forget that you promised to put it good word for me with the big guy as the queen plans to tell them to send me south because I’m a mean old lady and I make her take her pills…. LMAO…

Words…..

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