Marsden passed, I called the nurse down while Finn called David. Kelsey had already headed home since she was venturing into a 24 hours shift, promising to return after a little sleep. Finn and I prepared Monica for family and the funeral home, while the staff nurse made arrangements to have her body picked up and transported. I thought I would be filled with much more sorrow than I am, but after witnessing her death, I can’t help but feel peaceful. Whatever Monica saw in those final moments was enough to erase her fear and put a smile on her face. I think I just might believe in angels after all. “You okay?” Finn asks, grabbing my hand as we leave the Marsden family alone to grieve. He gives it one gentle squeeze, before releasing it. “Yeah, I think I am,” I reply quietly, still lost in my swirling thoughts about death and the afterlife. “I know you were close to her. She really enjoyed you, you know.” I smile over at Finn as we stand quietly in the kitchen. His shaggy blond hair is messy from working an overnight shift, and his light green eyes are sporting tired rings around the bottom. His looks and his build, at least six feet of lean, hard muscle, make it hard to believe he works as a CNA. Don’t get me wrong, I love having his strength around here when we do transfers, but he looks like he just stepped off an Abercrombie shopping bag. “I know. I enjoyed her too. I’m going to miss her.”
