Hospice

Driving in the dark to a South Jordan funeral home. Batman robe framed in a shadowbox. When I saw him alive last week, I told him he was charming, and he said, “Why, thank you.” Arrest at dinner on Christmas Eve. Now he is a pale body, cushingoid cheeks. I wait for him to breathe.

Year Created: 2020

Pediatric Hospice and Palliative Medicine Fellow. Writing about moments of connection and sweetness with hospice and palliative patients helps her find meaning and gratitude in her work.