My hat goes off to those that are nurses or medical professionals that handle the sick and dying every day. I am not one of those individuals. I was never at risk of being recommended to being a doctor or nurse my career advisor.
Maybe in my life I have never truly been introduced to death, those closest to me are healthy and fine (x fingers should be like that for many years to come). My first biggest introduction to death was when my uncle was killed in a plane crash when I was about 11. That was a shock to the family, but I was the youngest, and never really touched by it. I didn’t go to the funeral, and as I have a tendency to do move on and not face it directly.
A few years ago my nana passed away (the only grand parent I had ever known), she had lived a good long life. I had not managed to visit her in the last few weeks… I wasn’t prepared to face death. I knew if it was me I would have like people to visit, but I couldn’t do it, and she wouldn’t have rcoginsed me anyway. I cried I moved on.
This last week death came back to visit, early last week I got a txt from mum to say Uncle Clyde was not well, and not expected live longer than 36 hrs. It was a bit of a shock, but I admit to not thinking much about it. Uncle Clyde was a spectra of my child hood. He was one of my dad’s brothers (there are 5 brothers, 2 married and 3 others) We only ever really saw the “other” brothers at christmas or Birthdays. Uncle Clyde was the happy one, he took you for rides on his motor bike, he gave you presents, though some were a bit strange… I’ll never forget the time he gave my 2 cousins and sister a present of a record voucher, but he must have forgotten about the youngest child. And when I asked where’s mine, he was slightly stump and handed over some more record vouchers that were in his wallet… I ended up with twice as much as everyone else (of course mum made me share with my sister… totally unfair)
Uncle Clyde hanged on to life for longer than any one thought, my parents had to go back to Tekapo, so over the weekend they asked me to visit him. That was tough, he was in a comma and there was no hope… everyone just waiting for him to die. I didn’t know what to say and just chatted to Uncle Alex, who was the only one in the family that could stay in the room for a long period of time.
Hopefully, he heard me, and hopefully it helped him in those last days.
Its kinda scary, 3 weeks ago he had been fine. He got a bacterial infection and his immune system shut down. All I can say, look after you immune system, it what keeps you upright.
Yesterday morning he passed away, and it effected me harder than I thought. I was quite upset, and I think the reason was because I had visited him in those last few days. I now had a connection to him that I didn’t before.
So once again death has touched me, but I’ll move on. But it has reminded me how life is precious and your health is all that you truly have in this life. Just try and be healthly for life.