Oh no. I just took a call from a work team mate who went to visit one of our elderly clients this morning and found him deceased. That sucks, and sadly it's an occupational hazard when you work with services for the frail aged. Thankfully it's rare, normally when our clients pass it's one of the family or a carer who finds them. She's understandably upset, nobody likes the shock of finding somebody like that.
You know in detective novels, or on tv crime shows, when people walk into a room and they're not sure if the person is alive or not? So untrue. I've seen a few dead people in my life and there is no mistaking it. The sense of absence is profound, and I think it's more than just lack of any animation. The first person I ever saw (my mother) the first thing that crossed through my mind was this is no longer a person. It was startling and unexpected, and in a way started me off on the path of asking spiritual questions.
Eh, I know this is a Debbie Downer post to start the day with, but death is a part of life.