I spoke to a man yesterday who had recently lost a parent. It was supposed to be a work call but I let him talk about how he feels and how he's doing. He opened up a lot more than I had expected and I felt good to have been there for him. There were things he said that made me realise how I've never accepted loss of loved ones and how that perhaps has been a big part of why I am the way I am. Is it too late to change now? Acceptance of loss has never been too easy for me, much rather a taboo subject.
The most beautiful thing he told me is that his mother's corneas have already been transplanted to someone and he writes to an email to his deceased mother's account everyday talking about how he's excited that a part of her will live on even beyond him and perhaps see different part of the country and a new life. It was hard to maintain composure when he said this.
