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Topic: DIARY (05/16/19)
- TITLE: Death by Profession
By Graham Insley
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Wednesday, 15 May 2019.
Death. It’s never easy to deal with… and this family has had more than their fair share. First granddad passed last week and now grandma. Old folk often follow each other closely, but did it have to be this close?
Today three grandkids are going to need me. My heart goes out to them.
Thursday, 16 May 2019.
Three teenagers, high on booze and drugs, ran their car into a tree at high speed. The car burst into flames leaving two dead and one burnt… over his entire body. One of the dead and the burnt boy were brothers. Their mother is beside herself, uncontrollably crying and unable to speak. Divorced, I just heard the father screaming at her. Her fault, according to him. One of the stages of handling grief is anger. Anger with self, God and the world. We often take that anger out on others. She is probably blaming herself anyway, and now this. One son dead, the other not expected to make it, and this guy wants to point fingers. Sometimes I hate my job.
Friday 17 May 2019.
I don’t know about the mother, but I can hardly hold it together today. The burnt boy died this morning and mum is in a shocking state. They had to sedate her because she tried to hurt herself. Slashed at her wrists, but luckily someone was close and got to her in time. It’s going to be tough helping her.
A young mother had a stillborn child this morning. No one saw it coming. Both mum and dad are an emotional train wreck; it was their first child. They had chosen Timothy as a name, even prepared a nursery back home. Gosh, it’s a real burn out today. I think I’m the one who almost needs sedating. Good job I have the Lord to lean on. Don’t know what I would do at times, without Him.
Saturday 18 May 2019.
How much more can I take. Got called in today because a five-year-old died in his mother’s arms. Swallowed a button battery and didn’t get to the hospital on time. His throat and tummy were full of acid and burnt beyond hope. Father is a sobbing mess more than mum. She is quiet and keeping it bottled up, but she looks about to explode. Got to keep my eye on her for a while. Delayed reaction is sometimes the worst.
Time out to write this diary during each day really helps keep me focused. Brings me back to centre. God… without Him I think I would go insane.
While I was at the hospital today an old guy came in. Yellow with jaundice, his kidneys have shut down. Dialysis is no longer holding the toxins at bay. Probably a hospice case. Couple of weeks, that’s all the time the doctors have given him. Sarah, his wife knows he is going to die, but she is super strong. “I know where he is going,” she said confidently. Her eyes were glowing, her cheeks rosy red and her voice low and sweet.
“We’ve been together fifty years. Always in the same church and seen several pastors come through. But Clive, he’s been a rock for me. I’ll miss him, but not for long. I’m old and I’ll join him soon enough.”
Who’s the counsellor here?
Sunday 19 May 2019.
I was excited when I got up this morning. Time for a recharge. By the end of the week, I’m exhausted and down. But today I get refreshed and lifted back up. Church, lunch with friends and church again tonight. What a blessed day of rest!
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