I love my job most days, but sometimes I lose sleep over it.

I can't give too many details due to the fact that I work in a medical facility, and that would be a violation of patient confidentiality. However, working in this area is sometimes difficult due to the type of trauma we deal with, or even witnessing the ER doctor telling someone that their family member has passed away.

Sometimes, our ER staff, or even myself, may be the last person that these people ever see or talk to. This is the type of thing that makes it hard to sleep at night. More than once, I know for a fact that I have been the last person to either witness the last conversation, or have the last conversation of someone's life. Knowing how I felt when I lost my dad, I know those are some of life's most precious moments. Also, you are left with no doubt about how everything actually happened. If I had not been at my dad's side, I would wonder forever. I have found peace in knowing how everything happened.

I feel almost guilty to have been at a certain place at a certain time, when I feel like it wasn't my place to be there. These people and their families are left with unanswered questions, and endless possibilites running through their minds. I just hope that I can provide some comfort and support to patients and families in need.

The last words of a few people, whom I never knew personally, will echo in my mind forever.