DH & I were out walking this evening and I was telling him about my day. I was talking about some counseling I was doing with a volunteer this morning. I talked with her about the death process. I started telling DH what I told her. I talked about the differences from one person to another. Then I went on to other things we talked about. DH said he didn't think he was going to want to hear much about my job. He thinks it is rather morbid and depressing.
I can understand where he is coming from, but I still love the philosophy of hospice and the work we do. The picture explains one of the reasons I choose to work in hospice. This is my mom. Mom died on September 29, 2004. Hospice was a blessing to us. Even though I have worked with people that are dying for years, it is very different when it is personal. Hopefully, I can be a blessing to someone else in the same way.