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Again my work brings me to the subject of death. The one who is dying is my favorite resident. I hate to say this because I know better than to develop feelings for these people but with her I can't help it and I have to say I love her. She was my baby. I was able to spoil the girl because her family brought in a lot of clothes and jewelry so I could dress her up and help her feel pretty. I would sing silly little songs to her to encourage her to eat. My favorite one to sing was Come Josephine in my Flying Machine, since her name is Josephine. This is the resident that for a long time only Leslie could feed with sucess. I am very happy that her daughter is being actively involved with the care of her mom in these last days of Josephines life. At least I know she won't have to be alone for it. I said my good-bye to her today. I sang the song before I left and said I'm going now Josephine. Don't be scared, OK? I love you. I gave her daughter a hug and walked out. I know better than to care for a resident this much. I do. I know that they come to places I work at to die. It still sucks. Scolding myself isnt fixing it either. LeAnne -----
Song
Come Josephine in my Flying Machine (click to hear the original recording) Oh, Say! Let us Fly, dear.
Where, kid? To the sky dear
Oh, you flying machine!
Jump in Miss Josephine
Ship Ahoy!
Oh, joy! What a feeling
Feels cold, thru the celing. Ho, high!
Hoopla, we fly! To the sky so high (Chorus)
Come Josephine, in my flying machine
Going up, she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes; there she goes! Up, up, a little bit higher.
Oh, my! The moon is on fire.
Come, Josephine in my flying machine
Going up, all on, "Goodbye"
(Chorus)
Come Josephine, in my flying machine
Going up, she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes; there she goes!
One, two, now we're off, dear.
Oh, you, pretty soft, dear.
Whoa!Say! Don't hit the moon.
Oh, no, not yet but soon. you for me,
Oh, gee! You're a fly kid.
Gee! I'am up in the air about you for fair
(Chorus)
Come Josephine, in my flying machine
Going up, she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam
In the air she goes; there she goes!
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