That first loss you feel weigh down on your chest is uncomfortable and personal.
You didn’t think it would hurt this much, you didn’t think that you’d care this much.
He was a sweet man, who just didn’t have the will to fight anymore.
You knew he was going to go to the light soon but you still got to know him, got to know what his likes and dislikes are, you got to hear how he loved to golf and how his daughter fusses over every little thing.
You laid awake the first night after his passing thinking about her, how she’s feeling, what she’s doing, wishing you could offer her some kind memories of her fathers last days.
You feel the string of loss inside you, making your heart heavy and your eyes watery as you pass by his door, his name plate still reflecting off the light.

They tell you long before your career starts, to never get so close to your clients, but how do you not manage to do that when you see them every single day, multiple times a day?

I will go on, knowing he’s not in pain anymore but forever missing his quirks and little smile.