Just found a new blog in Finnish where a widow tells her story about her husbands cancer. It’s fairly recent – the blog I mean – and it tells about the critical time of the decease, the actual dying.
Sometimes I hate this subject. It feels so banal to carry on with my own life after reading about the suffering of another person, their despair and hurt, how life seems utterly meaningless. And my current life situation could not be any happier with a newly bought apartment and other happy life changes. It feels wrong to just continue my day, my life, as nothing is happening, nothing happened and this is just research.
To a person like me, it’s not. It gets personal, it comes close.