When we walked into the hospice that bright, blue September day we knew we
would walk out changed. When we walked down the long, carpeted halls we
stole unsure glances into other rooms while we looked for his. We did not
want to be here, but we did not want to be anywhere else.
With a deep breath we entered his room anxious about how he might
look. But our eyes fell on Aunt Lesly. This was the first time we
had seen her in 17 years. Why does death do that? Why does death
bring to life what we had long left buried?
Our next concern was Mom. She stood as we approached and hugged us
hard. She cradled her healing arm, a new baby to which to tend. She
had already delivered her father to this place, carrying him his final weeks.
Now, her true children were with her. We felt sure she was ready.
Dad was there, too, of course. He had been right by Mom, right by us,
for as long as we could remember. Our barometer by which to gauge life's
required events.
Finally, our eyes and our hearts settled on Papa. It had been nearly a
week since we had seen him. He had been in a hospital gown then and so he
remained. It fit him loosely, but we knew he no longer cared how he
looked. We believed that he still cared dearly about who was near.
So, we sat and we waited.
The nurses came in from time to time. They always brought
relief. They might have been angels.
Once, they shifted Papa slightly to the side. That's often all we
need to get going, really. After they left, he stopped. The rattle had been released. Everyone
in the room stood, moved by the presence of absence.
We truly knew Papa had left when Dad looked at his watch. Daddy always
knows the time, the weather, the score. We expected him to drop his arm
to look at the digits on his wrist. We did not expect him to place his
strong, tan, daddy hand on Papa's pale forehead and bestow a kiss.
We had never been there before when someone had died. It was
finished. Our lives minus one had begun.
We held each other. We even hugged Aunt Lesly. We cried.
Walking out into the crisp, cleansing September evening we knew we were
closer. We knew we were closer to each other. We also knew we were
closer to doing this again.
We are seven years apart and therefore very different. We are from the
same parents and therefore very similar. We are siblings. We are
sisters. We will change, but that never will. We have, but that has
not. We live in different houses now, but we still grow up
together.
This post brought tears to my eyes. I also said goodbye to my Mom in Hospice. I know of the "rattle", it haunts me still when I shut my eyes at night. I also know of the silence after the rattle. The silence didn't bring peace like I thought it would. I give you virtual hugs!
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I just love the last sentence. The sibling bond is like nothing else, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThis brings me right back to hospice almost nine years ago when we helped usher my mother in law to Heaven. The hospice nurses truly were angels. I will never forget the moments directly after she was gone and with nothing left to do, we quietly left. I feel every word of this! It is a bonding experience with my husband like no other. I will never forget.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Kristin. But so sad. I loved this: moved by the presence of absence. So true.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad story, but also full of hope.
ReplyDeleteSO many gems in this piece. I love so many of your lines. This is my favorite: Daddy always knows the time, the weather, the score..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing and a story that will stick with me.
This is really touching, and the last line is a perfect summation of the post. Tearjerker! It makes me want to hug my brother. Thanks for sharing this moment.
ReplyDeleteThis was absolutely beautiful. I have never been through that experience but the way you wrote it made me feel almost like part of your family for just a moment.
ReplyDeleteso sad, honest, tender, true, inevitable. i love, we didn't want to be there but didn't want to be anywhere else. perfect.
ReplyDelete"Everyone in the room stood, moved by the presence of absence."
ReplyDeleteThis line gave me chills. There is a tradition in Judaism that in someone's last moments of life, no one who is present in the room is permitted to leave. It is considered a matter of the greatest respect to watch over a person as he passes from this world to the next, and having close family there is considered the most important of all. I love how you wrote this sad story with bits of happiness and hopefulness too. So incredibly well done.
A beautiful post, Kristin. I especially loved the last few line about you and your sister. Perfect.
ReplyDeletemy grandmother is in her home dying with hospice coming to her. my mom is with her 24/7. i live 50 miles away but go at least once a week. was there this past Friday, again yesterday. this is the absolute most difficult thing i've ever had to see. i don't understand what's taking so long. :( you're lucky you have your sister. i have a sister. and i brought her to visit my grandmother a couple weeks ago. she hasn't even checked in since. sorry for the rambling. thank you for the beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteDeath has such a profound impact on us as families. Lives are changed for sure. Well done here.
ReplyDeleteI remember this experience very well; reading yours was like remembering my own. I'm a little teary-eyed, now.
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ReplyDeleteKristin, I love the way you focused this post on the celebration of family even in the midst of the sorrow of loss.
ReplyDeleteKristin, what a beautiful story. I loved this sentence, "Our lives minus one had begun."
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. Your closing sentences hit me deep in my heart. Those bonds are so important. Going through life's twists and turns together is a special thing if you are fortunate enough to have them. I'm so glad you do.
ReplyDeleteamazingly written-vivid and emotional. So sorry for your loss
ReplyDeleteI love that final sentence: gorgeous and memorable!
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry. We just lost my mother-in-law a few months ago and this brought back a lot of those memories. I saw my husband and his brother in a way that I've never seen them before, and I imagine their experience was similar. It's the first time I've ever been in a situation like that before, and I haven't been able to write about it. It's something that has stayed with me.
ReplyDeleteThat sibling bond is so profound. You will never go through such extremes in life with any other person like you will with a sibling. Great post.
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