As I prepare myself emotionally for work as a hospice volunteer, I feel deep gratitude for the trust people have in a stranger (me), and fear that I don't know enough... I don't know what enough would look like, but I feel like I need to know how to handle every possible need for the dying and their family. I know I'll never know enough. I remember that during my labor with my daughter, I felt terror in my drowning--which is what the lack of control over my body felt like, but as I stopped fighting the process, I felt a deep calm. I wonder if death is something like that. I'm an atheist so I'm not praying for wisdom, but this poem feels right and like drowning and calm and imevitability. â¤ï¸
On Nov 20, 2021 Jan wrote :