The Sound of Silence I have attended to many deaths in my short career as a nurse. I guess that is the hardest part of geriatric nursing. I remember one man in particular, Joe*. He was a veteran of World War II, and a retired mechanic. He was nearly 90 when I met him. His beloved wife of 45 years, Sara, had died only months earlier. He was diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD). In this …
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…Upon returning, everyone left the room except Jack. As I injected the morphine, Joe closed his eyes and squeezed his son's hand. I stoked Joe's hair briefly, kissed his forehead and left. Minutes later, Jack appeared in the doorway, his eyes filled with tears as huged his son. I went back into Joe's room. Placing my stethoscope on his chest, I heared a sound that will ring in my ears forever, the sound of silence. 5