Feb 11, 2018
I hate going into a residents room that I’ve grown attached to, to see the room has been stripped and prepped for someone else. I literally cried and had to sit down because I knew this man was dying, but I just chose to believe he would at least last till I came back after my weekend off. He literally passed away the morning I came back and I work second shift. I read to him and sang to him every night. Even came in extra shifts to make sure I had him for pm care to give him a foot massage and convince him to drink a little ginger ale cause he wouldn’t drink anything else. I am so glad I took care of him to my highest ability before he passed. Love & Peace ❤️
