Brooke's Place Family Story

Emilies's Story

The first dead body I ever saw was at the nursing home I worked at in high school. It was my first week there, and needless to say I was NOT prepared for it. Most of my favorite residents passed on before I left for college. That experience helped shape the person I've become.

I think it prepared me to be able to hold the hand of my very best friend in her last days. To sing to her and tell her how very much I loved her, and to not look away even though it hurt, even though I was scared. I brought my son to see her too, because I knew it was important for them to spend time together. We visited often enough in the couple of months she was there that he still calls it "Tina's Hospital" when we drive by.

Wally and I didn't get that time with my husband, Joe. He died suddenly, unexpectedly, and we weren't there to say goodbye. Wally didn't get to tell his daddy he loved him or hold his hand. In one phone call I became a widow, and I had to figure out how I was going to tell our boy his daddy was dead.

"Thank you to all of Brooke's Place for being exactly what it is for.  It is a wonderful mission everyone there fulfills.  What is more important than helping to mend a broken heart?  It is with Brooke's Place that we who attend are able to keep putting one foot in front of the other.  We look around the group and see those who joined earlier than us and realize they are in a different place and there is hope.  We look around and see those newest members in incredible pain and see we have moved to a different place.  We have grown and survived and that gives us hope to continue our grief journey."

- Brooke's Place Parent