Death, the last enemy


Death is a bastard. Because of the nature of my day job I seem to encounter it a lot more than the average man on the street but don’t let that fool you into thinking you ever get used to it. You never get used to it. Losing someone you’re caring for and helping others through is hard, but losing someone you cared for before they became ill is harder. I never want to get used to losing friends and loved ones and if I ever do I’ll know that I have become less of a human being than I want to be. People matter more than most everything else and friends are top of that list. Tell me if I stop caring…..

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