Death of the man who held a scalpel

With unbearable pain,I hear the news of my doctors death. It is as times such as these that you finally understand life. Death is the final and only gift and the last punishment of all. No one is safe from it. You live with death. You die with it. There are those who claim to be used to it, to have gotten used to living without that person. Lies. While some party, a man closes his eyes and breaths for the last time. And you cry for him. Or not. But if you do, one day, his death will be part of your life and his existence, an empty hole. And it is then, when you ask yourself if that is right. Should we really stop crying for him? Should we allow your lives to go back to normal? Should we just leave him behind? But we forget one thing, a crucial point. We shouldn’t think about death, but about life. We should think about every goodbye you give, as it might be the last one. I left his clinic calmly, without thanking him for saving my life, countless times. And now he’s gone forever. Now with tears in my eyes, I thank you Leopold for everything you’ve done to me. And with this, I know that, if there is such a thing as heaven, an angel has just gone back there.