Vidui
I finished my revalidation paperwork around 6pm Just enough time after that to walk the dogs, eat something healthy ( spiced garlic roasted cauliflower with prawns) and chat with a friend, a wisecracking Frenchman called Oli. By definition, my day’s intense reflections have thrown up a great deal of nursing memories. One special one came to mind. A dying patient once asked me to join her in prayer. She was Jewish so I didn’t quite understand how she thought an agnostic Welshman living in Yorkshire would fare with such a request. I compromised by saying that I would sit with her as she prayed. She needed to be heard Quietly she recited the vidui prayer of the dying in Hebrew with her head against the pillow, a hand over her eyes . And I listened , head bowed Terribly moved by words I didn’t understand from Going Gently https://ift.tt/381gIbT