As He took his final breath He held my hand.
And told me everything went just as God had planned.

He told me the work I did was great,
I knew hearing that was all it'd take.

He told me how being by his side tonight,
Made him realize He would be alright.

His eyes I realized got heavy and I watched as he closed them.
I know I shouldn't have done this but there was a bond between me and him.

The nurse came in when he said good night.
And we looked at each other and knew his time was right.

I didn't want to leave his bed side. and I didn't want to believe my little old man had finally died.

For years this man worked his life away.
And deep inside I needed him to stay.

all the time we worked with such a wonderful guy.
And now we wonder and ask God why?

Why would you take such a wonderful man.
And in the back of my head I heard a hushed voice say "honey it was a part of our plan."

I know now being a nurse is not a fun occupation or is easy to do.
Because in the end you lose people who inspire you.

You listen to stories of days gone by.
And when you listen you can't help but have tears in your eye.

Stories of families who had nothing to spare.
And ones of times they had to share.

They make you angry at times, yes it's true.
But deep down remember all they have left is you.

Don't raise your voice and be mad.
Don't ignore them when they feel sad.

Take time out of your busy schedule and listen to them speak.
And remember they still love even though they are ill and weak.

Don't be in a hurry to walk away.
Because you never know when it will be their last day.