Love More

Sometimes you know it's coming and other times it hits you like a bus. This one was a bus out of nowhere. 

As a nurse death is inevitable -- as a human it's inevitable. We see both sides. The deceased and the survivors. But let's be honest here, the survivors don't survive without losing pieces of themselves too. We see it everyday; the day of their last breath, the day denial becomes a coping mechanism, the day depression settles in to stay and the day depression decides to overstay its welcome. We see the day bargaining with God becomes a plea with promises of change and loyalty. We see the day when anger breaks the pieces of themselves that they struggled to keep together. We see the day when grief becomes a lifestyle and breathing becomes a chore. 

We watch people die in our skilled hands after everything we can do. The people who are supposed to make it through a simple surgery get the short end of the stick and the people with all odds against them become medical miracles. It's just how life is. Death comes quickly, and we are never the same.

Life is fragile.

People aren't permanent.

If you love people, tell them you do. Go out of your way to tell them. And if you don't love someone as much as you think you should, learn to love them.

Life is short. Love more.