Hey there,
first let me say, I love the pair of avator and signature together today, it's awesome.
Now, I want you to understand that the reason I do care is that I have been there, and not too long ago with my best friend's, roommate. they found a tumour in his head. Well G, I'll call him and I had become very good friends, he had been my best friends roommate for years off and on, and was always around.
When we got the news, it was devestating. I hit the floor. I had been in nursing for years and been around alot of death. I was more traumatized than I thought by it too. You never get used to it, it never gets easy. Every patient, or resident is like your second family.
Sitting with these families for years watching their loved ones pass, with cancer or another terminal illness was .........so saddening,.........so depressing too. As that may sound selfish, but true deep inside.
I left nursing because of it.
So......now here I am. This is my first time to lose a friend to it. A close friend anyway at the time. I froze, I didn't know what to do or what to say. I avoided him. I couldn't call......I couldn't go by... I couldn't find the strength I needed to give him hope and strength, how could I ? I dare I live on. Awkward isn't even appropriate for how I felt or acted.
One day, the phone rang. It was him. He called to say..........Goodbye.
That sounds just like I thought. And that is how I felt, when he told me the reason for his call. To say Goodbye. I stuttered and said, what? What do you mean goodbye?
He replied, "I'm moving back to California to be with my family, and I am leaving tomorrow and probably won't see you again. ". Well I hit the floor. Knees first. What do I say? Ah, ah, .......
Yes, I was in your shoes at that moment.
He left, and passed on in a month. I never saw him again, and always regretted that " ah ah " response on the phone. My speechlessness was ...all I knew to do.
I don't want you to have that same regret. I am so glad tho that he picked up the phone and called me, even to say Goodbye, now thata I look back, was an honor.
My best friend , his roommate, od'd 3 mo later.
Death, is always with us. It's what is going to eventually happen to all of us. We just don't want to talk about it. Truely,we don't.
It's not our nature to talk about it.
And since you can't go there, that is all that is left for you hon is to be in the most uncomfortable seat, to talk about it. It is natural for you to avoid it. who wouldn't?
I try to put myself back in that situation, for understanding. And put my new friend in your shoes with how I feel. I would do the same thing. But I would regret it. And I would live with that. How could I do that? Knowing what I do? I can't.......so I wanted to give this to God. That is all that is left Carefriend. Is your higher power. Your hope and faith. That something maraculous might happen to save him? That you might decide to go there and meet him. Even as he is passing. Whatever God has for you. I hope that it is calming to you....and to your friend.
I'm not a highly religous woman, and I may someday regret that too, but there are and have been times in my life, there was no one else to go to. And I would go to the chapel at the hospital and pray . Pray for strength, or wisdom of what to do. What to say.
And he has always been there since. I since have lost 2 aunts to longterm illness at which I was at their sides. I stood strong. And realized I'm not the one dying. I'm lucky..... For now.
But when my time comes, what do I need? I need what I gave my aunts. To have my loved ones there. To surround me with love and hope. Cuz I'm gonna be afraid. More afraid than ever. Because to me, nothing is scarier than death, the unknown, the ending.
That is why I care. And if I can't be there for someone who is dying, I can maybe share my story with you and you can make one person stronger. Not so afraid. I felt you so much in your letter. I had been there, and maybe again. Maybe i'll learn from you too.
and

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As life goes on maybe death will be more natural to me.
I see my in laws going to funerals all the time. And it's nothing to them. They are in their 70's. I ask them how they can do it. They told me that "when we leave it should never be bad. It should be glorious". Now that's a word I want to hang on to.
That is also the story behind ddeeHOPES. I do, I hope everyday.
And today I hope for you. And for your friend.
Gentle hugs.
ddee