My father-in-law died a couple weeks ago, and I think we’re still not quite believing it.
The hospice, the funeral, the boxing up of stuff and all the paperwork make this an incontrovertible experience.
It’s all the other stuff that doesn’t make sense.
How could this person who used to laugh, love, think, and feel just no longer BE here? In our hearts, yes, but as someone to see and talk with in front of our eyes, no.
Well. I’m not actually going to tackle life and death today. There was just something I wanted to pass along.
Where I work, we’re big on nonverbals. Big. How you move, how you stand, and where you place your hands can all make a difference in your care of someone.
We also pay attention to tone. How you say something can be even more important than what you say, especially if the person you’re talking to is distracted or otherwise can’t focus on or hear the actual words.
It’s not always easy to think about these things when it’s happening to you.
So when my husband was concerned that his father might not even know that his wife or any of his sons were there at his hospice bed, I said, “Put your hand on his hand. Talk to him as you normally would, and use reassuring words such as ‘You’re going to a good place,’ ‘It’s okay to let go,’ and most importantly, ‘I love you.’ Say it even if you think he doesn’t hear. He’ll feel it all the same.”
I don’t think I have any great insight into these matters. I just wanted everyone to feel comforted. And I’ve seen over and over again what the power of touch alone can do.
So they did. They each held his hand. They each spoke the words they wanted to say.
And he responded.
Although he was drifting further and further into what we hoped was a soothing fog and hadn’t opened his eyes, when each of the sons held his hand and said, “I love you,” he said, “I love you, too.”
And when his wife of 60 years bent over him to kiss him, he responded the way he had for those 60 years, with their very special kisses: Three in a row.
He died three days later without coming back out of his twilight sleep.
When they played Taps at his funeral, it seemed like the saddest song in the world, but I held on to that memory of those last goodbyes.
If you’d like, please share moments you’ve had with loved ones.