Today I was too busy . Too busy to comfort a dying man and his son . I remember being grateful that his son was present because I just didn't have the time . As I whizzed by his room all day tending to different things , I stopped in briefly to check on them , no more than a minute, didn't have time . I rushed to finish paperwork and get new orders . A son sat and held the hand of the man who taught him how to ride a bike , drive a car and deal with life. The man expired as his son held his hand , I did my assessment and managed a quick "I'm sorry " . But another pt was having problems and off I go again . We were too short staffed . As this son called his brothers and sisters and family , I ran up and down the busy hallway . On one of my passes down the hallway I overheard a few staff members joking at the nurses station right outside the mans room . We did the necessary death related things and the family departed and the funeral home came to pick up the body . I finished the day two hours late . I got into my car and as I did everyday relived the day in my head . Yes I had done everything I needed to do .The paperwork was done . But I had been too busy today to comfort a dying man and his family . I am looking at myself differently tonight . Guilt , yes . Am I really that jaded a person ? I have experienced death many times but never have I been so busy that I could not find a moment to respect a life among us . I dont like myself very much tonight .