I lost a friend who took his own life 18 years ago, it still wrangles with me that maybe I should have seen something but he did what he did as he could see no way out. Over the last 10 years bot my parents have been in and out of hospital, and both in their early 80's are still here. My dad has an aneurism and had op to put a stent in to help (not too sure of the correct medical wording) however I do remember this very clearly, sitting on the hospital bed, my mother of the chair and the doctor / surgeon in the room with the consent sheet. Before my father signed it he asked about success rates and the medical professional stated that he had only lost one person. That was a wtf moment in my life I wont forget. Neither will I forget the period Dec 2018 to June 2019, where in Dec, one of my mentors went into hospital but didn't leave - passing in Jan, in Feb my uncle passed (he had Parkinson's), in March when I drove my parents to the funeral in Kent, my dad tripped up a kerb and fell flat on his face. It was a scary moment as I thought we had lost him. I helped him to his feet, and got him to stand and lean against a wall (not straight away - we got him sitting initially,) and I ran to the medics having their lunch in their ambulance to grab their first aid kit. When I returned my dad said he couldnt see so I then went to the medics and they drove their vehicle near to my dad as this was now out of my knowledge. The medics took various details and I then helped one to get my dad onto the ambulance and he passed out on a short walk on 20 feet. He was out for about 5 to 10 minutes and I lowered him to the ground and used my jumper as a pillow. When he came round the two ambulance crew took over, putting him on a stretcher and asking lots of questions. I had directed my mother back to the car as she panics which I could not have dealt with. However I eventually got my mother to my dad and instead of going to pay respects to my uncle we went to Dartford A&E (Derwent comes to mind) and we were there for 4 to 5 hours. What left a bad taste in my mouth was my new line manager leaving messages on phone and emails demanding to know where I was when she had given me the day off. The last email she sent (copied to other senior mangers) was responded to in an appropriate manner stated that she had agreed to the time off and the reason for it and I did get an apology..eventually..but I no longer work for that company. Seeing my dad fall did have an impact on my mental health as I had trouble sleeping for a few weeks and eventually I did speak to my GP who said it was stress related. I am extremely fortunate that they are both alive and at present as I live with them I am doing what I can for them.
I did buy the medics their lunch that day - they said we are just doing our job, however for me they were doing a lot more than that.
As so far as faith goes, I cannot state that I am religious. I did say a few prayers or my dad. Also, when my partner lost her nan who brought her up, I do remember saying a prayer then as well.
When I worked in the autistic school and care homes, even their adult homes (and some of the adult homes in last place), having good health is something I appreciate. Some of the kids and adults are never going to have a "normal" (whatever that mean) life and the choices and freedoms I have are not taken for granted.