Thoughts on Death on a Sunny Morning

A little while ago, a woman who deeply influenced me and whom I respected greatly died. She was 89 years old. Her death was hardly unexpected: she had been in fragile health for the past couple of years, burdened principally by a failing heart. About a year ago, in a matter-of-fact way, she told me she was “ready to go home.” She missed her husband, she said, and she thought she’d had quite enough of this life.

When she did go, her death saddened me but I wasn’t distraught or overwhelmed with grief. I didn’t cry at her funeral, but smiled instead of the memories of her.  She’d had a very long and full life; she had a large and (as far as families go) loving family, she was a prominent member of the little community in which she lived; she had done many good things; she bore the discomforts of her last years with grace and good cheer. What more could you want?

I used to believe if death desensitized me, I would quit nursing and —  I don’t know, become a Gurkha and guide people up Everest. Now I think I’m just more phlegmatic about dying and death than I was as a young nurse. Perhaps I’m hardened a bit. I have seen a lot of people die, after all, and the Great Mystery is maybe not so mysterious. Most people go very gently. Deathbed drama, at least among they dying, is vanishingly rare.  If there is one gift (among many) we can receive from our patients, it’s learning how to face our own mortality — and learning how to die.

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  1. #1 by Maha on Monday 20 September 2010 - 0117

    I think you have to be a little desensitized to death and suffering to be a nurse – not in a cold, uncaring way but in a practical way. Most of the deaths I’ve seen were meant to happen. The people were quite elderly, had been battling terminal illnesses for a long time, etc. I grieve for the pain they endured and I grieve for their families’ loss but not so much for the actual death itself.

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