It had been the weirdest week.
Some times, when death comes slowly, it’s like resigning from a job. When you have the time to sort your things, pack up you files and clean off your desk.
When death comes quickly, it’s like the office burns down and pieces of your work are left behind for other people to find as they clean away the debris.
And it’s so hard sometimes, to watch as your family cleans through that debris, or even as they work to pack up their desk, form their piles and consolidate their life to leave in a secure place for the next person to find when the time comes. But it’s also like YOUR DESK is YOUR LIFE and it’s so overwhelming to think of all of these “meaningful” things we leave behind and how- if we never tell anyone- there’s not meaning at all.