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The nurse that stood in the bathroom with me and gave me a shower after my C-section.
The nurse that sat with me in the hallway at the hospital when I couldn’t hold back the tears because I wasn’t sure my Mom was ever coming home again.
The nurse that helped carry my Mom when she was too weak to walk from the cancer.
The nurse that was on the helicopter with my Mom the day she died and said she made sure she held her hand because even after she passed she didn’t want her to be alone.
I never once saw hands full of a deck of cards, I’ve only seen the hands of nurses holding the hand of someone else.
**This post originally appeared on Grief To Hope with Nikki Pennington‘s Facebook page.