Today at work, I was thinking about the stress my family has been under , and half-thought to myself, "As human beings, we are not made to watch another person die." Instantly, I realized that this was incorrect.
As human beings, we are supposed to be with others - those we know, love, share community with - in illness and death, birth and joy.
It's the cube farm we're not made to do this in. Isolated from those we share the most with and under flourescent lights, breathing canned air, muffled by white noise.
Tears and blood and messy moments aren't the unnatural. Being compartmentalized and pressed away from these things is.