-Death-

The worst part of this job…My second time.

She didn’t like me too much. Problems with Men, authority, my company…who knows, but I couldn’t help feeling bad for her; a helpless human being, here, then gone!

I got the call from a young lady (surrogate caretaker) that she hadn’t heard from the resident in a couple of days, so I had to go open up to check with her and I knew already; It’s a second sense.

Everything must die…It’s a difficult notion, but we learn to except it, so difficult to wrap your head around. The woman had no family, had broken her hip and was in general disrepair. She had told everyone who would listen that it was time to go and she left.

Will there be time that we must make that decision? I don’t want to think about it.

I  think since she didn’t like me and I never bonded with her I don’t feel that deeply saddened…My good witch’s are still alive and kicking and I know It will be a sad day when they make that decision to leave.

We’re only chickens scratching for existence between the forceps and the stone. Make good of today enjoy every second. Death’s a bitch…