SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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A couple of weeks ago one of my regular patients passed away. Now this was a guy I had taken care of often for the past couple of years. I had taken care of him when he couldn't do a damn thing for himself and I had taken care of himself when he could do whatever he wanted. I had bathed him and fed him. I had dressed him and talked with him.
We had things in common. He rode as do I. We both are/were interested in science and cooking. I played word games with him as well as Chess. I pushed him when he needed it and listened when he needed to talk.
I dealt with his family. His wife and children. His parents and Siblings. I dealt with their anger and their sorrow. I treated them with respect.
When he died I cleaned him and dressed him. I positioned him and I treated him with the same respect I had treated him when he was alive.
Today we had a visitor on the floor. His wife and children came to deliver a card for the staff as well as some cookies. They did this to thank the staff. WHile they were there they looked for me. When they found me the wife and his kids all hugged me before handing me a box. Yes the wife cried on my shoulder for a bit, then she told me they had something for me before the kids gave me the box.
It was only after they had left that I opened the box. You can imagine my surprise. Inside the box was a Do-Rag, a pair of Chaps and a pair of sunglasses along with a short note. The Do-Rag was his favorite. The sunglasses were his riding glasses and the chaps were a pair he had ordered but never worn. The family wanted me to have them.
I still don't know if I will wear these things, but I have the feeling that I will. The memmories though.
Cat
We had things in common. He rode as do I. We both are/were interested in science and cooking. I played word games with him as well as Chess. I pushed him when he needed it and listened when he needed to talk.
I dealt with his family. His wife and children. His parents and Siblings. I dealt with their anger and their sorrow. I treated them with respect.
When he died I cleaned him and dressed him. I positioned him and I treated him with the same respect I had treated him when he was alive.
Today we had a visitor on the floor. His wife and children came to deliver a card for the staff as well as some cookies. They did this to thank the staff. WHile they were there they looked for me. When they found me the wife and his kids all hugged me before handing me a box. Yes the wife cried on my shoulder for a bit, then she told me they had something for me before the kids gave me the box.
It was only after they had left that I opened the box. You can imagine my surprise. Inside the box was a Do-Rag, a pair of Chaps and a pair of sunglasses along with a short note. The Do-Rag was his favorite. The sunglasses were his riding glasses and the chaps were a pair he had ordered but never worn. The family wanted me to have them.
I still don't know if I will wear these things, but I have the feeling that I will. The memmories though.
Cat
