MOVING ON

This afternoon, my patient Mr Brecht died. I first got the news from a phone call from one of the other caregivers. I then got another call from another caregiver who has taken care of him for over 2 years. We chatted for a long while on the phone. I also got a text message from one of his former caregivers who was instrumental for me to do this gig which I had on a part-time basis for over a year. Life suddenly just stops, without us getting better prepared for its departure. Who really knows when exactly the moment someone dies? I didn't even had the chance to bid him goodbye on my way out this afternoon after I was done with my gig for his wife. I figured out somehow, based on the past few weeks that I was with him that he'd be dying soon; he was simply refusing to eat food. Perhaps, he just had so much difficulties taking in food, this life giving substance that then was turning into a terrible ordeal to ingest. There were other signs. Signs that I recall seeing from my la