Ruminating events, imagining scenarios.
That moment I knew your loved one would leave us.
A long awaited end to suffering, a traumatic event that stalled time.
A beacon of light I try to be
In this torrential tidal wave of emotion and grief.
I shut the pumps off as I quietly whisper, “I’m sorry, she’s gone…”
I make room for you to sob and lay across your mom.
I make room in my heart to hold your grief,
As you realize this moment you’ve never planned for is here
That weight I briefly carried in now yours.
I guided you here and I must leave.
A nurse’s job is done, but the memories echo into the grief we weave.
The families we held, the patients we couldn’t save
They etch across our hearts, silently.
Glimpses of God 