Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Weep With Those Who Weep

I mourn for the living.
I mourn for those
gathered around the grave.
I mourn for the loved ones
left behind.

I mourn for those mourning.

I mourn for the widow,
sleeping alone
for the first time in sixty-five years.

I mourn for the child,
forced to wander through life
without their hero.

I mourn for words left unspoken,
the Thank yous,
the I'm sorrys,
the unsaid good bye.

I mourn for the living.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I Mourn Not

I Mourn Not

I mourn not for the dead.

I mourn not for those

In their Eternal Home.


I mourn not for those in Hell.

I mourn not for those in Heaven.


I mourn not for the loved ones,

Lost to this Cursed World.


I mourn not for the life

They left behind,

Their Past,

Their unfinished Future.


I mourn not for things left undone,

Mistakes made,

Victories won,

Wounds inflicted,

Kindnesses shown.


I mourn not for the good they did,

The wrongs they wrought.


No, I mourn not for the dead.





(copyright 2011, Juliana M. Cobb)

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Remembering Aunt Joyce

This afternoon I attended the funeral of one of my Grandmother's older sisters. I enjoyed seeing family I haven't seen in a very long time, some of whom I did not recognize! I also enjoyed listening to everyone speak of their memories of Aunt Joyce. I did not see my mother's extended family very often. I enjoyed the times we did see each other. One of my most prominent memories of getting together with my Grandmother's family was laughter. She and her sisters loved to laugh. It was fun to make them laugh as well.

Growing up they did not have an easy life. 5 girls - Audrey, Gloria, Joyce, Sidney, Janice (my grandmother), 1 boy - Reginald. Their Mom died of cancer at age 33, leaving three young children and a husband who was in the military. Their Grandmother raised them. They all spoke very highly of her. Life was still difficult for them. Reginald died in his early teens from a seizure. Despite not always being together, the 5 girls kept in touch. Audrey died when I was very young. Gloria when I was a teenager. Now Joyce.

Their lives were not always easy. But, they kept on laughing. That is what I will always remember about Aunt Joyce.

(I last saw Aunt Joyce at the Ladies Tea hosted by Grace Fellowship Church. That's a story for another day.)

Friday, October 2, 2009

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Once again it is raining where I live. This whole past year seems to have been filled with precipitation of some kind or another. I do not mind colder weather or even wet weather, but I despise monotony. I like my weather to change. I like the hot, I feel sick weather, and the it's so cold my nostrils are freezing together weather and everything in between. So, the weather is finally getting to me. We've had this same weather for a year now and I've had enough of it. Why doesn't someone else get the rain, I know they need it more than we do right now.

To cheer myself, and the kids, up, I've been listening to 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' sung by Ella Fitzgerald. I love her rendition of this classic song. I especially love the words at the beginning.

When all the world is a hopeless jumble
And the raindrops tumble all around,
Heaven opens a magic lane
When all the clouds darken up the skyway,
There's a rainbow highway to be found
Leading from your window pane
To a place behind the sun,
Just a step beyond the rain

-
E.Y. Harburg

Recently a friend's grandmother passed away. There was some sadness, but much rejoicing at her leaving us. While she has left us, she has gone on to a wonderful homecoming. Makes me a little jealous when I actually take the time to read the news and see what a mess our world has become. I can't wait till I take that step over from this world to Heaven. Listening and singing this song reminds me that someday, many of us will take that step to a place beyond the rain. It may be raining outside, but there is sunshine in my heart.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

“Dying With Dignity?”

Sacred - “Worthy of respect”1


Some people speak of the “Sanctity of Life”, for them, the sacredness of life before birth. I often wonder about the other end of life, death. Those who are dying also need to be treated with dignity. Their lives are just as sacred as anyone else’s. During my time in nursing school, and as a registered nurse in the hospital I often saw the dignity of a dying individual's life ignored.

I first came to notice this lack of dignity as a nursing student. I was a non-traditional student, having attained a bachelor's in Biology and working a few years at the Boyce Thompson Institute for Plant Research, before deciding to become a nurse. Until then I had not considered much about the dying and they way the end of their lives were treated.

During my first hospital rotation as a student, I spent time training on a medical floor. This medical floor, like all medical floors in the country, mostly cared for the elderly who were often in the hospital for months at a time. The majority were in one stage of dying or another. One of my first patients was an elderly Chinese man. His wife was at his bedside as often as she was allowed. She did not speak any English, so we relied on a translator, and her son when he was available.

It was debatable if the man knew what was going on around him. He did notice his wife, however. When she talked to him, he always smiled. He would die, probably within the next week. His lungs were not working well, so he was on oxygen. The normal nasal cannulas were not able to deliver enough oxygen, so the doctor wanted to use a mask. The man did not like this. He fought the mask every time, which caused his wife distress.

When I asked the doctor why he wanted to push the mask on the patient, even though it obviously caused the patient signs of distress, he replied that it would extend the mans life by two weeks. I questioned the nurses on why you would basically harass someone who is dying, just for an extra two weeks. They were scandalized. How could I suggest that we just “let” the patient die? We needed to do everything possible to save his life. If the man wanted to die, I was told, he would be in Hospice or at home. He and his family obviously wanted him to live, so the hospital staff was going to do everything in their power to keep him alive. They never did ask the patient’s wife if she wanted the mask to be used, they just told her “it needs to be done”.

When I looked into the case further, I found no one had talked to the wife, or his family, about letting her husband die in peace, naturally. It was not a choice they were willing to give her. Needless to say, the man spent his last days fighting the nurses and aides over the use of that mask. His few peaceful times of resting quietly while holding his wife’s hand were few and far between, and even denied him at the end.

Many people in the medical field have an aversion to death, or dying patients. They hate to see their own mortality staring them in the face. The drive to prove that people can be kept alive, no matter what, is very strong in them. Thankfully Hospice, and its ideas, are becoming a more viable choice for many. As the population of the world ages, it is important that we encourage those in the medical profession to be trained in end of life care, and the sanctity of life.


1 The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2004. 19 Oct. 2006.

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