A friend of mine in medical school told me about having to handle a woman who had passed. The woman had clearly done a fresh coat of nail polish that day. She woke up, was living her life, was doing things, and then done.
Even when death is expected, it feels so surprising to those left behind. So you live your day and blink, done, or say goodbye to someone in the evening and that might very well be the last time.
And then life has to move on. You mourn but have to live your day and keep taking care of life around you. It feels almost disloyal, but you don’t want to wallow.
You remember that person and hopefully appreciate people and relationships more, but it is human to get back in that hypnotic state that everything goes on forever.
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