Morticia
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So, last week or so I was one of the innkeepers on the loose. I'm headed home tomorrow after over two weeks away. Sadly, 'home' now means where I live rather than where my parents live.
Last year my mom died and this week I buried my dad.
No one is leaving the light on any longer for me at my childhood home.
I was with dad when he died, held his hand, and wished him well on his new journey. (And, I put his Rand McNally road atlas in the coffin.)
If you have the opportunity to work with hospice and allow a loved one to die at home surrounded by their own things, with life going on around them - music playing, family gathered nearby talking and laughing, loving attention when needed - I highly recommend it. It's not all sweetness and light, it's pretty grim at times, but it is a gift you give to them and yourself.
Last year my mom died and this week I buried my dad.
No one is leaving the light on any longer for me at my childhood home.
I was with dad when he died, held his hand, and wished him well on his new journey. (And, I put his Rand McNally road atlas in the coffin.)
If you have the opportunity to work with hospice and allow a loved one to die at home surrounded by their own things, with life going on around them - music playing, family gathered nearby talking and laughing, loving attention when needed - I highly recommend it. It's not all sweetness and light, it's pretty grim at times, but it is a gift you give to them and yourself.