3 Minutes

You were three 
minutes too late 
to say your 
last goodbyes...

But I kept him   
comfortable 
through his final 
rasping sighs...

January 30, 2022November 1, 2022 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: Bedside, Death, It's been a weekend..., Nursing, Poetry 14 Comments

14 thoughts on “3 Minutes”

Man. For a philosophical mind such as yours, your job raises so many possible discussions about life. How do you even begin to approach this particular example? I am lost for words, haha. Other than it’s ‘fucked’.

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𝑹𝒐𝑩𝑰𝑵 🪐 says:

Jan 30, 2022 at 10:14 am

But of course it’s balanced by the positive aspect of you having kept them comfortable at least, so it’s a lot of complex emotions at once.

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- 𝑹𝒐𝑩𝑰𝑵 🪐 says:
  
  Jan 30, 2022 at 10:16 am
  
  How on Earth do you even begin to handle going through this experience on a daily basis as you do? It’s mind-boggling and incredibly deserving of respect 👍.
  
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- Anonymously Hal says:
  
  Jan 31, 2022 at 9:43 pm
  
  Not every day is that overwhelming. Just certain moments hit you a little harder and make you appreciate the little things.
  Thank you Robin ❤️ I appreciate your words
  
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Anonymously Hal says:

Jan 31, 2022 at 9:42 pm

Yeah it’s fucked. Nauseous with overwhelming emotion….

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I missed my dads passing. You don’t forget!

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Anonymously Hal says:

Jan 31, 2022 at 9:46 pm

🙏 ❤️ I’m sorry to hear that. Giving you a much deserved hug through the internet ❤️

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- Hobbo says:
  
  Feb 01, 2022 at 4:05 am
  
  Thank you. 💖
  
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