Well, Cindy’s Dear Dad died.
The end of an era.
All the way around.
I’m glad I convinced her to call Hospice
So they could start Crisis Care.
I drove up to see her,
Since my morning case was cancelled-
and spend a little time.
Maybe help out.
You know, let the dog out,
And make sure everyone
gets to where they’re going.
They need to come up with a name
for when you’re the caregiver,
and your loved one dies.
It’s a messy mess of feelings
When that happens.
Like relief. And sleep.
And then you feel guilty
for thinking that way.
And grief.
Old or young, it’s never easy.
Lol. ETA.
As I was writing this,
sitting in the empty room
where Cindy’s dad was,
a Hospice Nurse knocked on the door.
He didn’t realize the shift
had been cancelled
since the patient has passed.
That’s an awkward time.
Glad I was here to answer the door
And redirect traffic!
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