Admittedly, there’s an inner force that drives me to do what I do.
I saw my first death as a young nurse nearly 40 years ago, and it changed my life forever.
The man went into his death terrified despite the loving care surrounding him. He appeared focused on something beyond what I could see at the time, and no amount of our comforting seemed to help. His last breaths were screams.
I can’t erase the memory of his dead, terror-filled eyes, or the way his tortured face was forever frozen in an open-mouthed silent scream.
It was in that moment that I knew there had to be a better way to die. I just didn’t know what it was.
So I spent my next 30 years as an interior designer—that’s right, I quit nursing, worked for a designer for 5 years, then opened my own design business. I got certified in Venetian Plasterwork, fine fishes, and decorative painting as well.