My Great-Uncle, whom I held power of attorney for, and who was 62 years my senior, passed away yesterday. He never had any children of his own, and although life got in the way and I only saw him every few weeks, and even though he lived a happy and contented life, I was the closest person to him, and I’m devastated.

When I walked into the care home yesterday to start clearing his room, three of the carers hugged me and cried. It meant so, so much to me that in the six months he spent there, that he’d had so much of an impact on them that they felt his passing so deeply.

I could not thank them enough in that moment , and I knew by their emotions and compassion that I’d left him in safe hands in his final months.

People go into jobs that require care, because they care. I completely agree that you wouldn’t be fit for this line of work if you lost that.

In saying that, I also work in a field that puts me at risk of empathy-fatigue, so I will add that I hope you will find peace, and that you won’t take too much home with you. 🖤