Please Leave!
Hello everyone. Praise the Lord!
I was with a new volunteer, named Mohan on this Saturday morning visiting a patient in one of the back rooms. We have been talking with the mother, and the daughter was sitting on the bed with the patient. The patient was their family's nanny who they love the greatly.
The mother and daughter were immigrants from the country of Venezuela. The Nanny was an black lady. Even though she was only sixty-four years old she was dying of cancer. The mother was enjoying her visit with us, but the daughter was in deep grief.
After about thirty minutes of visiting with the mother, the daughter sat on the bed lovingly caressing her Nanny's hand. The daughter was getting frustrated with our conversation, and she got up, opened the door and told us in a calm voice, "please leave!"
Mohan and I immediately left of course, quickly walking out of the room. As we walked down the hallway, I explained to Mohan that the daughter was reacting out of her grief and frustration in losing her nanny and friend!
When I explained the situation to him, he then understood the complex feelings that were in motion in the room. In that environment, one must be very patient and understanding of the grieving process in each individual, as different people grieve differently!
Have you been around people who were grieving differently? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
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William James Roop
I was with a new volunteer, named Mohan on this Saturday morning visiting a patient in one of the back rooms. We have been talking with the mother, and the daughter was sitting on the bed with the patient. The patient was their family's nanny who they love the greatly.
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The mother and daughter were immigrants from the country of Venezuela. The Nanny was an black lady. Even though she was only sixty-four years old she was dying of cancer. The mother was enjoying her visit with us, but the daughter was in deep grief.
After about thirty minutes of visiting with the mother, the daughter sat on the bed lovingly caressing her Nanny's hand. The daughter was getting frustrated with our conversation, and she got up, opened the door and told us in a calm voice, "please leave!"
Mohan and I immediately left of course, quickly walking out of the room. As we walked down the hallway, I explained to Mohan that the daughter was reacting out of her grief and frustration in losing her nanny and friend!
When I explained the situation to him, he then understood the complex feelings that were in motion in the room. In that environment, one must be very patient and understanding of the grieving process in each individual, as different people grieve differently!
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Have you been around people who were grieving differently? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
If you enjoyed this story you can click on the link to follow this blog.
William James Roop
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