this topic of death reamained on my mind this afternoon
thinking of my own reactions
I can't change the reality of death
Maybe I can keep a person comfortable,
or know how to resuscitate (with hope) someone who can be
or provide a supportive presence to someone who needs it
I ask myself - what is it about death that concerns me?
I've wrapped patients in shrouds (two one night as I came on report said they had died).
I can picture them on the unit.
Perhaps it is my own thoughts of alleviating any suffering in their existence.
Is it reallly death that concerns me, or is it something about living? Or the loss - whose loss? what is lost?
Then I think of the Mexican calaveras who laugh at death:
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica][quote]Even though, it's the day of death in Mexico, death brings laughter, and in that celebration, the Mexican people play with death, making people laugh. The celebration includes jokes, parties, dancing, music, and a lot of delightful food.
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]Everyone buys smiling candy skulls with the names of the people, family and friends written on the forehead. These skulls are made of sugar, and the children eat them like candies.
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica][FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]Photo: Sandy Peters
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]They make small toys that look like skeletons, and they tell funny stories about death. This skeleton is playing a musical instrument.
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica]Los Dias de los Muertos is a traditional Mexican holiday honoring the dead. It is celebrated every year at the same time as Halloween and the Christian holy days of All Saints Day and All Souls Day (November 1st and 2nd).