A few minutes after Scott stopped breathing, I put my ear to his chest.
It was the most profound silence I've ever experienced.
This afternoon I had a chance to practice my physical exam skills with a classmate in preparation for an upcoming test. I listened to her heart, as I do in virtually every physical exam.
I want to remember that hearing a heartbeat is always a gift.
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Ouch. Yes.
There should be wonder and amazement. Every time.
The night after we visited you and said goodbye to Scott, I had trouble going to sleep. I thought to put my hands over my heart to feel my heartbeat, and it was comforting. I do that most nights now, and it has been more helpful to me than other meditative practices I've tried.
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