Working with hospice is tough enough without the entanglement of religion and family members who may or may not be helpful in the dying processes. I respect their work and the goals of Hospice; several family members and friends were helped, especially families. I have no idea how one bridges the gap when a person is dying, weary, perhaps sick, sometimes tormented by people who love them, and all the while knowing death is an end of life as we know it and a change to a different form of energy. I don't understand why that is so frightening; death is like going to sleep; the brain and other organs begin to shut down when blood flow stops. My children have instructions to hold my hand if they can be with me, and rejoice that I came into the world and found it to be just splendid.
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