Perhaps it was because I had never actually witnessed the denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance stages I had only read in textbooks.
Perhaps it was because I had never seen someone at their death bed wither in excruciating pain.
I had never held their hand at their bedside as they died.
I had never experienced the love permeating the walls of that room,
And had never walked out of a room with the knowledge that death is beautiful.
As beautiful as the sun rises in the east, its setting won't fail to take your breath away.
I am grateful for the knowledge that after I die, I will celebrate with my dear family & friends;
& I look forward to the day I will be reunited with my Savior, whose love permeates my heart daily;
To be reunited with my Maker, and my shoulder to cry on.
When I grow up, I want to be a hospice nurse.