Thursday, March 1, 2012
A New Appreciation
Since my Dad passed away last month, I've come to appreciate a few new things: Hospice, death, time, and living. Confused? Yeah, so am I. Still. But I'm working on it.
Suddenly moving at the speed of sound, my usual mode of operation until about 30 days ago, now doesn't feel right at all. Wasting time, even five minutes, feels like wearing itchy polyester clothing as opposed to cotton. I'm not saying anything cheesy like I'm suddenly stopping and smelling the roses but I am beginning to evaluate more closely how I'm spending my time and the choices I'm making.
Regarding Hospice and hospice care, the people affiliated with Hospice of the Valley here in Phoenix are absolute saints. Because of them, the last couple of days with Dad were calm and we will be eternally grateful for every minute of those peaceful, dignified moments we had with him. Hospice, its nurses and doctors, gave us the gift of time and rescued us from a confusing rollercoaster medical nightmare. I will never be able to thank them enough.
Some day I'll see my wonderful Dad again, of that I'm certain. I don't expect to ever lose the ache in my heart either. But till we meet again, I'm going to continue to honor him by making the best of the life I have in front of me.