I wasn’t a nurse but a CNA.. working in dementia care I was helping a resident with a bath having a typical conversation with him about his day, my day, etc. For his dementia, it was considered a “great” day. Near the end he thanked me [my name] for the help but then he quickly grabbed my hand saying “Thank you for being here [daughters name]”, she hadn’t visited him in a long time
He dozed off as I was cleaning up supplies and when patted his hand as a goodbye gesture not to wake him, I realized he had passed.
I was 16, it really shaped my perception of both death and love
Edit to change typo.
He dozed off as I was cleaning up supplies and when patted his hand as a goodbye gesture not to wake him, I realized he had passed.
I was 16, it really shaped my perception of both death and love
Edit to change typo.