I had this badass Professor in med school. She seemed invincible. Then one day, she needed her gallbladder out. And the surgery killed her. Her platelets stopped clotting. She bled out on the table. Everything that could’ve gone wrong… did go wrong. Surgeons have a name for it. We call it a perfect storm. Funny. Never thought it would happen to me.
They say death is hardest on the living. It’s tough to actually say goodbye. Sometimes it’s impossible. You never really stop feeling the loss. It’s what makes things so bittersweet. We leave little bits of ourselves behind, little reminders, things to remember us by… even when we’re gone.
