Some folks have been worried about me taking hospice on in the aftermath of my mother's death. To be honest, I was somewhat worried, too.
This was close to anticlimactic. I was gently pleased that I was part of keeping this person comfortable through his death. I was gently sad to see the family he left behind, grieving with grace, but still hurting.
Ah, well. Digging to see if there's a delayed-reaction emotional tsunami coming is part of why I pay my therapist. (:
