“NO ONE ever told me that grief felt so like fear,” C S Lewis once wrote, and he was right.
Stepping into the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) ward, I tried to remain calm. But what was waiting behind those tinted-glass panels, I wasn’t prepared for. Lying lifelessly on a bed with tubes attached to her body was my beloved aunt, unconscious and quite possibly, brain dead.
Having to pace the hallways of a hospital is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But grief comes to us all, in one way or another…