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Matron at the Lodge said she wanted me to see a person dying to prepare me for what might come. She took me to a room on the upper floor where an elderly lady lay on her bed. It was a woman I knew called Ethel she lay there eyes closed her breathing heavy with what Matron called a death rattle. I stood there in a dark room with just a lamp on. I waited listening to the breathing looking at Ethel Then the breathing stopped and just silence. Matron felt for a pulse there was none. She's gone Matron said.   She showed me what to do to prepare the body for the undertakers. She closed the jaw and bandaged it up. She tied the legs together and placed the hands over the breast. I watched and helped. Poor Ethel and her eternal rest.
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
Watching A Death 1970.
Matron at the Lodge said she wanted me to see a person dying to prepare me for what might come. She took me to a room on the upper floor where an elderly lady lay on her bed. It was a woman I knew called Ethel she lay there eyes closed her breathing heavy with what Matron called a death rattle. I stood there in a dark room with just a lamp on. I waited listening to the breathing looking at Ethel Then the breathing stopped and just silence. Matron felt for a pulse there was none. She's gone Matron said.   She showed me what to do to prepare the body for the undertakers. She closed the jaw and bandaged it up. She tied the legs together and placed the hands over the breast. I watched and helped. Poor Ethel and her eternal rest.
TerryCollett
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC
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