Providence Rest at 3304 Waterbury Avenue, Bronx, New York.

Leaving my grandmother's room, my vision was so obstructed by my crying that I tripped a nurse. I apologized through gasps of air. My grandmother is dying and I am not ready. The nurse knew both of these things. She took me to an empty room and held me as the snot and tears ran from my face to her chest. She didn’t say much, and frankly, there was nothing she could say.

I watch my grandmother’s daughters angrily attack the staff because they can’t prevent her from dying. It's hard to accept that the people who spent their entire lives preparing us for this moment, the moment we'd be forced to face the world without them, are in the final stage of abandonment.

Dying is the last thing we do. My grandmother has made peace with this and maybe she even welcomes it. But I, along with my family, am not quite ready to accept it. I would like to thank the staff, and this one nurse in particular, for their warmth and attempts to help us make our own peace.

THE LORD JESUS CHRIST WOULD NEVER CLOSE THE DOOR TO SOMEONE IN NEED...BUT UNFORTUNATELY THE STAFF AT PROVIDENCE REST DID CLOSE THE DOOR TO MY FATHER. IN A TIME OF NEED WORKING TO GET HIM BACK IN THE FACILITY TO CONTINUE HIS REHABILITATION WE WERE TOLD THROUGH A SOCIAL WORKER IT HAS BEEN DECIDED HE IS NO LONGER WELCOMED BACK....WHY??? I HOPE THEIR FAMILIES ARE NEVER TREATED THAT WAY!!! SHAME ON YOU PROVIDENCE REST!!!