Two nights ago a close friend's wife died. She died in her sleep. He got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, came back to bed and realized his wife was dead. Just imagine that for a minute.
Are you horrified? Yeah me too.
Here's some back story for you. This guy, scott's friend, is fit. He takes care of himself, eats healthy, hikes etc. His wife...not healthy, very overweight, diabetes etc. He had multiple conversations with Scott about his wife and how he kept trying to help her lose weight. He was cautious because he didn't want to hound her or make her feel bad, but he was really worried she wouldn't be around long if she didn't get the weight off and get healthy. After a while, he just gave up because she simply refused to do anything about it. I'd say all these conversations took place about 4 years ago.
She ultimately died from complications due to her diabetes. I don't know the exact details right now. She was roughly 55 yrs old
I know fat people die every day. We all know this. For some reason though I feel like this really makes it all real for me. I now have a personal connection. I mean, she died essentially becasue she didn't care anymore and completely stopped trying.
I don't ever want to be like that. Denial is too powerful