On my way to Bali I started reading my first book by Joan Didion. The Year of Magical Thinking. Not the happiest of books, seeing as the topic of the book is losing a loved one and the thought processes that follows. But the book resonated with me without saddening me.
This same topic came up at the party I attended the night before. I was talking to this girl about her wanting to become a nurse. Five glasses of wine into the evening I asked the personal question : How would you feel about telling a family that their loved one is gone?
Her reply, like Didion, resonated with me: When you’ve been there it’s easier.
Life changes in an instant. You sit down for dinner and life as you know it ends.