The night my husband died, I slept beside his corpse in our bed. All night. This wasn’t exactly by choice. The funeral home did not retrieve bodies after 8 p.m., and there was no other bed available for me to sleep in, as all our children were home to help care for their father.
I tell this story whenever I discuss the realities of dying at home. Even as a physician assistant, I did not appreciate the challenges — or the immense rewards — of caring for my husband at home until his death. My husband was a very good and a kind man, he took care of the need of so many people to himself all alone.Me and the kids loved him so much, we lived and had a happy family. The death of my husband came as a surprise to me and my children. We cried for days, it was a painful exit. After his funeral(burial rite) and Thanksgiving service in the church,we thank everyone that came to sympathize with us, After his death we vacated his room. On this faithful day TAP HERE!! TO CONTINUE READING THE STORY AND EVERYTHING 👌🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 yes
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