The Snows of Kilimanjaro

Death and dying has always been a curious topic of mine.  Growing up I got to be a part of multiple funerals because my mom plays the piano and was always in need of a good page turner.  Therefore, I would be five maybe six years old sitting by the piano while the pastor talked about the deceased.  Hearing multiple eulogies growing up, I became somewhat desensitized to death.  It didn’t help that I grew up playing in a cemetery that was a half mile from my house either.  However, I am thankful for the experiences I have had with death and dying as it has helped me immensely with dealing with losses of my own loved ones and has also helped prepare me for what I may face in the nursing profession. 

What was striking to me about The Snows of Kilimanjaro was the way in which the main character dealt with his imminent death.  He was very rude and condescending to his wife and throughout most of the story I just wanted to smack him.  I know he was dying and was probably very scared but I still feel like that doesn’t give anyone an excuse to be mean.  If I am ever in a situation like that, I hope that I will not follow his example but will be kind and loving to those I love and die knowing that I have not caused more pain for them.