Posted on Mar 12, 2015 in Blog |

When Jeff’s dad died on New Year’s Eve, I wrote a poem about all the things I told him in the final three days we had with him. That started me thinking about what I would want to hear in my final days. And that’s how I wrote this: Tell Me Everything When I am lying in bed, Dying, And you know I won’t survive I want you to prepare my room – Bring fragrant spring flowers at my bedside. Cover me with softest blanket you can find, preferably in pink. Dim the lights and keep it calm. Light a gardenia candle. Spray eucalyptus oil on my sheets and keep them neat. You know I need a neat bed. Drop some lavender oil on my pillow Dab my favorite perfume behind my ears. Mix your organic honey with the morphine; release the sweet nectar on my tongue. I want you to have Hospice come in and take care of the things they do so well. Because you and I have a lot of talking to do. This is our last chance to say what we need to say. And I want it to be our best conversation ever. My primary job here is dying. So you need to do most of the talking. I made you a list, because you know I like making lists and I like keeping you organized. I want you to tell me: You love me. You don’t want me to leave, but it’s ok to leave. Tell me every bad pun you can think of. Tell me I was a good mother, a good stepmother A good wife, a good person. Remind me of how I helped people, A time when I showed courage. Reminisce about your favorite memory of us. Tell me what you loved about me; when you made me laugh or when I made you laugh and most importantly, when I drove you crazy. Tell me about your favorite tender moment with me. Tell me about a time when you were watching me and I didn’t know it. What was I doing and why did you watch? Assure me it was...

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