2017 by Robert Flournoy
She became a hospice nurse
and remained so for seven years. Her days and nights were spent in
the homes of the dying, administering morphine and the comfort that
she could to the near dead and their families.
Her last year she
sat with a man of 80 years as he passed away, leaving an aged
widow with no children alone in the home until the coroner came for
It was Christmas Eve. She had
to move on to another
home where another passing
occurred at 3 AM on the day of our
lord's birth. A 39 year old
cancer victim with a wife and 5 young
Her days were a blur of such
events, the years lining up
behind her, the names of the
dead lost, many in their teens, or
younger, the youngest 3.
She did not drink or partake
stress relievers as she did not have the time. Her days and months
were a continuum of painful deaths and grieving survivors. She was
robotic in her motions as her husband watched the horrific
transformation from smiling bride to blank eyed automaton.
sank into despair together until she said enough. She smiled
only once afterward, when she
heard someone say that God loved us.
The children they had planned
on having were no longer an option.
She tried to find the joy in
life that she had once known, but
wore a dank dark December
drizzling shawl on her shoulders, a wet
cold weight until the day that
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