The hospice nurses story

Last month my grandma died on hospice care. During that time the hospice nurse told us a story. I am just now able to share it. Could not bring myself to until now.

When she was young she fell and cut her face open and was absolutely freaking out when the doctor was trying to sew her face shut so her mom put a dime in her hand and said “as long as you hold that dime and feel it in your hand, you’ll be okay.”

Wayyy later on, her mom is dying and she was crying to her mom and her mom once again put a dime in her hand and said “as long as you hold that dime and feel it in your hand, you’ll be okay.”

Well it gets worse lmfao.

Years later her dad is dying, and she and her brothers are the only family left to deal with the whole thing and they went MIA on her. She was having a panic attack in the hospital hallway pacing back and forth ‘talking to god’ asking how she was going to do this all by herself and right in the middle of the hospital hallway is a DIME, she said after she saw the dime she knew she’d be okay.

My family really held strong until those last days where my grandma became unresponsive. There were moments where my aunt would just break down and her MOM Was dying, it was fucking hard.

She broke down in the kitchen floor and we were comforting her and she stops sobbing suddenly and we are like “are you okay? What happened?” And she lifted her hand and said “ITS A FREAKIN DIME”

And we ALL started crying.

Fuck sake lmfao. A random dime in the kitchen floor would have meant nothing in a different time but it was a huge significance to us at this time.