Loss charges interest.

Sometimes.

I remember watching my Dad die in the hospital.

Drowning in his own lungs.

In my mind he was there for a month.

My facebook memories say it was more like two weeks.

My friend was watching a show.

I can’t watch that one.

It’s what I was watching with my Mom.

The night she died of a stroke in our living room.

When my client was diagnosed it was not a surprise.

We spent seven months telling stories about their childhood.

When they died it felt like a surprise.

I thought we had more time.

Sometimes.

Loss charges interest.