For the first time, and not the last, one of my Hospice patients passed away. His nickname was “Bud”. He was a sweet old guy who lived 89 years. I didn’t know him, really, but I was honored to have met him. Bud was well-loved by his dear wife and family, and they will miss him. He was a flight engineer in the Air Force during WWII and completed over 60 missions, including flying over Normandy on D-Day. Just an “ordinary”, extraordinary American hero! I have the utmost respect for “the greatest generation” of which he was a member.
His passing leaves me not feeling sad, but rather I have a sense of relief, because I know he is in a better place. He didn’t suffer; he died peacefully — that’s really the point of Hospice, of course. I feel peaceful, because he is at peace. Maybe I will meet him again sometime down the road. Here’s to you, Bud!