The privilege of a Soul Midwife/ End of life companion/ friend …
It’s a privilege to know you.
To know you as you are right now.
You are old and all your stories are ingrained in your soul.
You don’t speak of them, not much.
But your eyes look back at me etched with a life well lived.
You’ve known great happiness and great sorrow in equal measures.
I don’t ask of you much.
I sit by your side and chatter to you about the outside world.
What you once felt like you belonged to.
You don’t feel like going outside now.
The world as you once knew it has shrunken.
Once the world felt small but now your living room feels too big.
I sit by your side and make you laugh.
The joy tinkles out and you remember what it felt like to be happy. And remembered.
I love making you laugh.
My heart fills with love and determination to hear that sound once more.
I sit by your side and hand you tissues and run your back while you feel poorly.
I tell you it’s okay, I won’t leave you.
I put you to bed and reassure you that you are safe.
I tuck you in and tip toe away.
Sometimes I buzz around the kitchen and make you soup.
Sometimes I get the hoover out. Sometimes all you want is coffee! Sometimes it’s just peace you crave.
And I love you.
This old stranger I’ve come to call my friend.
I help you in your most vulnerable ways, I laugh when you laugh, I feel your pain when you are sad.
And when the time comes to let you go, I will follow your wishes through to the end. I’ll be your voice when you can’t speak.
I’ll hold your hand when you are scared.
I’ll wrap this love that has grown between us, I’ll wrap it all around you and when you start your final journey, you’ll take a piece of my heart to guide you home.
A privilege it has been to love you. A meeting of two souls living only in the now you found yourself alone in. The sacred passage at end of life.
I bow 🙇🏼♀️