What is dying?
A ship sails and i stand
Watching til she fades on the horizon
And someone at my side says,
"She is gone"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all:
She is just as large as when i saw her.
The diminished size and total loss of sight
Is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
When someone at my side says
"she is gone"
There are others who are watching her coming.
And other voices take up a glad shout
"There she comes!"
And that is dying.
Bishop Brent

Sad day today, attended my clients funeral, i'm beginning to wonder if i can do this job anymore. How can i be a carer, and only care so much? How can i not care for these people as if they were my own family?