The first time I saw her, her skin was thin and wrinkled. Her hair was gray and brittle. Her eyes stared at the empty wall. She was dying. It was so, so sad. Goodbyes are so sad.
I remember wishing to be somewhere else. To pursue Obstetrics instead of Geriatrics. Where little people opened their eyes to the world for the first time. Where every day was filled with miracles of life.
I was so naive back then. Every life there was an empty book, waiting to be filled. Every life here is a masterpiece.
Again, I enter her room and see her. For the first time. Her skin is thin and wrinkled, like an aged book filled with priceless stories. Her hair is gray and brilliant, a rightfully earned crown. Her eyes look past the walls of this empty room, so full of wisdom and light.
She has lived and is comfortable with death. To say goodbye. And when the time comes, I will be ready to witness this miracle of life.