Knowing the Role of Hospice Care
I left the hospice house and drove home to Pennsylvania, allowing my tears to fall as I knew my mother had heard our promises. I had never given anyone permission to leave this life and prepare for the next chapter of their life, which was reuniting with my father. I asked myself if I did the right thing. Did I have the authority within me to give someone that blessing? Â Â Â Â Â Â
My phone rang at 1:45 in the morning, and at that moment, I knew my mother had listened to me and given her approval to join my father in heaven. I asked Maria, her hospice nurse, if I should have stayed with her longer instead of leaving. Her answer was clear and direct: My mother would not have gone if I had stayed. By giving her our permission, she felt free. There was no unfinished business for her here, allowing her to pass freely.
I still remember that day, wondering if I did the correct thing. I feel that I did in my heart, although, at the time, it felt like a hard heart-to-heart talk with my mother. I hope she understood I intended to free her from worries, fears, and any uncertainties she might have had about passing. It was time for her to move on.Â
