More thoughts on Rafe’s death…
What I didn’t expect from Rafe’s dying was the physical pain.
My throat – my chest – my back all ache from the emptiness.
It’s still pulling me in, inside out, my
my throat down into my gut.
There is a grace, a dignity, a nobility in death that
rises above any particular circumstances. It’s something
universal that we, here, cannot add to or take away.
Caregivers can’t do it alone. There is a chain of support in
hospice care: primary caregivers can’t be caregivers without their
own caregivers supporting them. And I thank Jenny for making it
possible for me to be there for Rafe when he needed me.