I am not saddened by death.  It’s just part of my workday, occurring sporadically, occasionally in tragic fashion though much more typically the end result of too many years or poor health decisions.  I used to feel a sense of disquiet, but this has long been displaced by ambivalence through emotion-numbing repetition.  I remain unfazed, and simply move on to the next task at hand.

I am saddened by grief.  I dread telling people a loved one has died, all the more so when they are unprepared.  I dread the reactions, the sadness and anguish and tears and while I can’t comprehend the full extent of their pain, I feel a small part of it course through me. 

I wonder if I’ll be numb to this someday too.