Hey y’all, welcome to this week’s edition of Weekend Reflections, where I talk about what went down at work, the highs, the lows, and everything in between.
Highs: I held it together and made it through the weekend without breaking down.
Lows: I witnessed and handled my first child’s death in the ED. I can forget the sight, but those cries—never. The mother asking the Chaplain over and over again, “Why my son?” The mother dropping to her knees, the brother collapsing at the sight of his brother’s body and struggling to breathe—breaths coming out in chokes.
I pray I never have to see, hear, witness, or handle anything like a child’s death again. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.