What makes you feel if your doctor or nurses were to cry with you when you were experiencing a tragic loss?
This question came up few times, at the support group and a panel discussion with the medical professionals. Everyone had a different opinion and it was hard to get a consensus. However, for me, I feel much closer to the doctors or nurses who were crying with me. The tears instantly melted everyone together. The medical professionals were no longer there because of their job and they needed to perform. Instead, they transformed to be one’s best friends.
I remember the day my bereavement coordinator, Aggie, walked into our lives, when the unthinkable happened. She quietly came to my bedside, held my hand, and said, “I am so sorry.” Tears came streaming down from her cheeks without reservations. I leaned over, sobbing, on her shoulder. At that moment, two souls connected and one broken body had a support she did not know she had and very much needed.
I can never thank her enough, for the pictures she took, the engravings she made for my baby Kevin, and the advice she gave for holding my child. Without her, my memory of my precious would have been an imagination. Now, I have something to solidify my love of my child and a legacy to cherish.