Yes, this was probably a good idea since she was so very sick and had been all her life. I walked into the room from doing something and offered to help, but was told by the other nurse that she was gone.
Gone.
simple little phrase but true nonetheless. Sure, the body is there but she, her essence and soul is not. I held her hand a moment, and looked over her contorted, misshapen little body and wondered about all the sufferings she had experienced, if she had ever had much comfort. Happily, she couldn't have suffered much before she died...and it was nice to see her so peaceful. She passed...and we are finished.
Usually when such a thing happens we are in full gear, administering meds, doing cpr, putting tubes down throats, and attempting to force the body to awaken again. After about 15 minutes of this with no response, we usually discontinue our efforts. This time, nothing happened. I felt weird, like I should be doing something to help her, but she didn't really need our help.
Goodnight, little rose. Thou art now in the garden of paradise.
What a peaceful end for this young girl. I have often pondered about the souls of these little beings who are so physically and mentally wounded (wounded, as opposed to deficient). One would think they are very close to God because they suffer so much though it is obvious that they are not the instigators of their suffering. People seem to regard them with pity and yet I that we are really the ones to be pitied. Surely we do not possess the beauty and innocence anymore that these children carry for the entirety of their young lives. They are little victim souls who carry more troubles and difficulties in their lives than they deserve, and yet we are the ones who are deficient.
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