I do the grief and loss thing every day. I watch people I care for die and my big thing is to help them have a loving smooth transition to the next world. Well, I have 2 friends who are dying. One a younger woman in her 50's who had a cancer metastisis and has a few days if not less. I went to see her today and gave her hell and told her it was but another journey. Well, the weird part is that there were precautions on the door about wearing mask etc as the bacteria that is killing her is resistant. Of course I didn't see it and I hugged and kissed her a few times. She is my friend because we saw eachothers souls and loved eachother in our own way. She is religious, I am not. She was embarrassed to be without her wig. Big deal to me. I told her I like the natural look. She is passing and my only grief is that she be well loved and attended. My other friend is an almost 65 year old whom I have been helping with final arrangements and a trust. I have to push issues like the fact that b.m.s don't make it to toilet. He has yeast throughout and in my experience, that is a late sign. I worry about his pain management and want him to have the right drugs on hand as I know he will turn fast, and I want to treat the sypmtoms like thrush at the same time. Thrush is painful. So today we spoke of songs at his memorial. He wants christian songs, that is okay. We will do what he wishes. he is my friend, like a big sib with great advice and wisdom. I want to help him die well and I want to help his family. I have hundreds of losses of clients I have been close to. Thease are my friends but the feelings are the same. Love and guidance on their journey. Peace to my black haired friend and peace to the balding grey lady who wore a red wig. Comfort and safety and love in their hearts.