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Jan. 6th, 2003 04:27 pmI was at a retreat this weekend, and when I came home yesterday afternoon I had 8 phone messages. Sandwiched in the middle was one from a friend of mine who said, "I'm sure you heard already. I just wanted to talk."
I called him back, because I hadn't heard, but I was pretty sure why he was calling. His wife, who had had a lung transplant a little more than two years ago, had died suddenly yesterday morning.
We went over to their house last night to participate in the filipino mourning rituals. I talked to him for a few minutes and we hugged and hugged. He looked at me and kept saying, "she's gone, she's gone". All I could do was hug him. I had no words.
I am really good at being a nurse, and am learning how to be a good chaplain, but I feel so inadequate at being a friend sometimes. I just don't know what to do.
I called him back, because I hadn't heard, but I was pretty sure why he was calling. His wife, who had had a lung transplant a little more than two years ago, had died suddenly yesterday morning.
We went over to their house last night to participate in the filipino mourning rituals. I talked to him for a few minutes and we hugged and hugged. He looked at me and kept saying, "she's gone, she's gone". All I could do was hug him. I had no words.
I am really good at being a nurse, and am learning how to be a good chaplain, but I feel so inadequate at being a friend sometimes. I just don't know what to do.
