I work with death. I feel its presence, but life goes on until it doesn't. The women I care for are nearing the end of this journey. Yet every day, meals need to be prepared, clothes need to be washed, and makeup needs to be applied. You have to watch game shows, revisit memories and banish terror, if only for a little while. It's dark now. I hold a sobbing woman in my arms to comfort her. She is near her end and is starting to realize it. She will probably be the next to die. All the possessions have disappeared, already divided between arguing children. Pain fills every moment. Even his memories were stolen. But she is still afraid. I rock her while stroking her hair. “Everything will be really fine,” I said, “Trust me.” She looks into my eyes and sees that I really believe it. “I’m scared.” I don't answer. I just smile and shake his hand. I wish I could explain, but I can't. Never mind. She'll know soon enough. As her sobs begin to slow, I put her back to bed and remember. It was Halloween night and it was very cold. I was bound. I was completely helpless and didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't know where I was and I couldn't see. I was terrified. My screams and pleas to stop were ignored and the pain was unbearable. It took forever. At some point, the fear faded. There was no more pain. I heard a voice, but the words no longer made sense. Even though I was blindfolded, I found myself looking around a room I had never seen. I saw my body, still bound. I could hear my hoarse screams but I wasn't aware of making any noise. I tried to speak but I couldn't. I was confused and worried. A moment later, I was pulled away from that scene and felt lifted up. The world lost focus, a... middle of paper ......stayed there forever. No hesitation. No regrets. The memory of absolute happiness remains. I have already tried to explain the essence of it. I failed. You might as well try to describe a magnificent sunset to someone born blind. I accept what this means for me. That will be enough. As I sit on the edge of the bed and watch this woman finally fall asleep, I feel sad. Not because she is going to die, but because I wish I could dispel her fear and help her understand peace and joy. However, this is his new journey to discover. Everything she ever was, everything she had, and everything she did no longer matters. This is not the end. It becomes “more”. I turn off the lamp and leave his room quietly. The others are sleeping peacefully for now. Death is elsewhere, for a time. I lie down on the office bed and go back to sleep, still smiling..