Life and Death

As I write this, my heart does grieve. It rises from deep areas of my soul. I thought I knew. From out of nowhere a wave of sorrow encompasses me.

I thought I had this grief journey done. As a young man out of high school and before college I worked for 10 years as an orderly at a local large hospital.

God gave me Grace to work seven of those years on the chronic care floors. The longest an orderly could work on these floors at this time was one year without being burned out. These floors were filled with the dying. God had enabled me to bring comfort to those on their final journey of life. I witnessed some of the most horrible, heart wrenching deaths one could imagine as well as the associative grief of the loved ones. For some there were no loved ones only the staff. For six years part time in three hospitals I assisted pathologists with autopsies to define the cause of death. I grieved for the parents when holding a baby. As a believer in God my heart broke when I did suicidal cases.
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At times it was not easy when I saw the person before me was a father, mother ,son or daughter. I knew God had placed me in the hospital morgue to see and understand His heart concerning some of the most crushing things He witnesses all the time. I thought with all this history I had the grief thing under control. I have now realized we are more complex inside than we know.

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