Originally posted on The Doctor's Couch:
As I did my daily rounds yesterday, I walked into death.
I approached the room with calm and ease. Without a breeze of a thought of my sudden surprise.
She laid alone, in a white hospital room.
The room was cold.
Not cold from the AC. Never cold in a mid July day. But cold from the lack of souls in the room.
Not one visitor.
Not one life left.
I was thinking about my day at work yesterday. About my patients. About how every one has a different story. A conception. A birth. Birthdays, graduations, marriages. Yet we fail to think that one of the most significant events in life is death. Death, stays with you forever. Its carved on your tombstone. It resembles when your spirit leaves this body, that we wear and tear through the years.
At death you should be surrounded with memories, moments, and…
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