I am a newer nurse and work on a unit where there are many chronic kids who come in and some of them are with us more than they are at home, for months or years at a time. They are like little mascots on the unit, and the nurses know them well and we try our best to make their lives at least tolerable. When they finally pass-- either the families make that decision or the kids do in spite of all our medical technology-- we nurses both cry and breathe a sigh of relief. Nursing on such units is a mixed bag. I have had many moments of joy with kids and their families. It is fulfilling to be able to make a kid smile, or to at least improve their sats with good suctioning. It is nice to be able to provide education and support to the families. I have cried happy tears when a kid who has been through an ordeal can finally go home and step into a somewhat normal life. I also cry bitter sweet tears for our chronic kids when they pass, because finally they are at peace, no more machines beeping, no more sticks, no more suctioning. And yet I miss them because we are used to them being on our unit and in spite of all their disabiities and illnesses, their unique personalities often shine through. It is a blessing to get to know them. I hope as they earn their angel wings they are able to go to a better place where they can truly shine.Just sharing my thoughts in a safe place. We've lost a couple of long-term patients recently.