I don't think I could handle being a paramedic for this reason. The memories just build and they get so many.

I've witnessed death myself upclose as family members died. Their final moments burned in forever.

Those memories never fade, you just distract yourself from it. But the memory is always waiting for when you recall a time together with them. There is that fucking final moment again, like a punctuation on a good thought.

To have that be part of a job, even if they are not related has to weigh heavily. They don't get paid nearly enough for that burden.