First message in my inbox at 6am told me that the country director from my organization in Sudan died unexpectedly. Complications from malaria. It didn't hit me until I was on the metro, reading the first chapter in the 'Dying' part of the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. I found myself crying on the metro, suddenly no one wanted to make eye contact with me.
"Often we forget that the dying are losing their whole world: their house, their job, their relationships, their body, and their mind - they're losing everything. All the losses we could possibly experience in life are joined together in one overwhelming loss when we die..."
This guy was only around 50. He has three kids. It's unbelievable. I called K to tell him he needs to be really careful until he gets back. Being apart is always hardest in those moments when all I can think of is wrapping my arms around him and not letting him go. For a very long time.
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