A wave of pain

It's not everyday you lose a patient, but when it happens, it hits you like a wave, carrying along with it, all past losses. It's really hard. You wonder if you missed something, if you could have done more to turn the tide, to give them more time... 

you wonder if you are worth the trust they gave you. 

All I know, is I won't forget, that your life mattered 

and if no one else recalls your story, I will. 

That through your life and death, you shared it with me. 

You entrusted me and forever I will be honored. 

May I carry on what you have given to me. 

May I share your story and your hope. 

May the tears that shed turn to the most powerful of waterfalls 

and your legacy, what you were here to do, live on in the lives you have touched 

like mine 

our stories tied 

thank you. 

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