In nursing school, my instructors said that they would open a window when a person died so that his spirit could leave. I thought it was a bit superstitious, but kept quiet.
A little over a month ago, my dad died. It was a cold day, but someone had cracked the window in his room.
Last night, I had my first patient die on my shift. An aide told me that she thought Mrs. M had died. I went into her room and, sure enough, she was gone. Her quick death was a blessing, as she had advanced cancer and only a couple of days in severe pain.
I sat with her, patted her, shed a few small tears, straightened the crucifix she wore and then, because I wanted to do something to honor her being, I opened the window.
In nursing school, my instructors said that they would open a window when a person died so that his spirit could leave. I thought it was a bit superstitious, but kept quiet.
A little over a month ago, my dad died. It was a cold day, but someone had cracked the window in his room.
Last night, I had my first patient die on my shift. An aide told me that she thought Mrs. M had died. I went into her room and, sure enough, she was gone. Her quick death was a blessing, as she had advanced cancer and only a couple of days in severe pain.
I sat with her, patted her, shed a few small tears, straightened the crucifix she wore and then, because I wanted to do something to honor her being, I opened the window.