My mom always said never to judge a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. I could walk a whole marathon and still wouldn’t feel like I had perspective enough to judge people in this case. The story made me gasp at that point like I’d been struck.
(And then there was the whole “antinatalist” bit and I am trying really hard to keep this dude’s shoes tied so I will stop there)
To be fair, I think it's easy to believe this. It seems logical that if you knew for sure that someone you loved was dying, you'd be in a better position to accept it, but human experience is more than logic.
Speaking from my own first-hand experience, saying "goodbye" is never easy regardless of the circumstances. Every goodbye has its own texture and none is "easier" than another. They're just...different.
(And then there was the whole “antinatalist” bit and I am trying really hard to keep this dude’s shoes tied so I will stop there)