I lost another patient this week. A kind, gentle older man. He always smiled, always winked at me and always gave me a hug. He wouldn’t leave the exam room first…I always had to, he was a gentleman. Even though he was tired and I could tell it he always asked me first how I was and how my house is, etc. He always said, we’ll do whatever it takes. I told him he needed oxygen and he didn’t complain, we told him he needed to go to the nursing home, he didn’t complain. But, how unhappy and difficult that must have been for such an independent hard working man.

Although I’ve had a break from funerals lately it was still painful. My heart breaks for his family. Before I knew it I was crying and then started crying for my Nana. And, then they played this beautiful song “Daddy’s Hands”. Even though I don’t have my father in my life, I do have my mother and even my in-laws. It is them that I thought of during this song. I encourage you to listen to it & think of your parent(s).