Care home life encompasses everything - joy and laughter, but also sadness. These have sat together this week on the ground floor.
Our poor friend with the broken hip has tonight been put on the syringe driver and his daughter called in. I had chatted with her a few times and she gave me permission to sit with him in the evenings. I’ve surprised myself how much a pleasure and a privilege it has been to accompany him on this final journey. He tended to get distressed of an evening and although the staff are wonderfully attentive and would run when he called, they didn’t have the time to just sit. So mum took second fiddle at times and I sat, held his hand and put on the hymns he loved to listen to. He smiled, kissed my hand and said thankyou. What a gentleman! After 20 mins or so his distress was settled and he went back to sleep.
The staff have really struggled. They’ve never known someone not to go to hospital for a broken bone. I’ve seen tears and looks of just panic and helplessness. But for me it’s been a strangely special week.