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this morning a man died. i'm used to it. seen it. no big deal. but one of the nice things about working at night is you don't have to see the families as much. this man's son was in the room. the son was a middle aged man and about six foot eight. and sobbing like a very young child. there is something about a grown man crying that i can't stand. it took everything in me not to wrap my arms around him and tell him that everything really would be ok. but i couldn't, this man lived his whole life with his dad and now he was gone. like i said, i have almost no problem watching the elderly die, its natural, the way of life. but to watch the survivors. it hurts my heart.