Waiting words

August 15, 2008

Night shift, surgical ward. An expected death. Brothers, sisters, children, grandchildren: all have come to see, to say goodbye, to stare and cry and hold a cold hand or kiss a closed eye. All have gone now, and the corpse is wrapped and we’re waiting for the Tin Box.

“Yes,” says the senior nurse. “Death certainly brings out the best in families.”

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