A strange was to know someone
It's a strange way to know someone; so intimate. Yet you'll never
hear their voice, and their eyes will never meet your gaze. You care for
them in the most tender of ways; hoping somehow that despite the sedatives
they'll know you're there... hoping that your energy will reach
them. You hope that when their family asks you to tell them one last time
that they love them, that somehow your presence will bring them the comfort
their family is not permitted to bring. And somehow there you stand...
the last person. To see their last breath, to be with them as they transition
to the great unknown. And you hope you're worthy... worthy of the
trust they had no choice but to put in you.