Bits and Pieces

To me, one of the most unbearable tasks in life would be to make the phone calls after a loved one has died. You know - calling the families and friends. You not only have to share your grief, but now you also bring grief to others and add that load to your own. To call a parent or a child, brother or sister, whoever - and tell them their parent/child/sibling is gone - it is excrutiating.
One is almost thankful they are so numb, but that only lasts for a fleeting while.

The second most unbearable task would be picking up the bits and pieces of the life suddenly stopped - as if in mid-sentence. The little tasks unfinished - the grocery list they were writing, the appointments made that you must now cancel on their behalf.
"What was she going to do with that? She never told me where she wanted that picture hung. "
"Oh! He never told me who we should call for the roof repair."
Coming home, to a house echoing with unfinished conversations.
You think you will see them again - only going out for a minute. Then your entire world changes.

You are not so numb, anymore.

Death cannot have a heart, 'else how would he ever do his job?