https://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/21/style/the-10-best-modern-...
(I just recently listened to the very first episode of this podcast and I liked it/decided to continue listening.)
I easily silence my emotions in favor of rational thinking and Modern Love has been excellent in showing me a bit of what life is like for those who feel deeply and just the myriad of ways love is felt, expressed and experienced in all is beauty of messiness.
I mean, if you are really too hard-hearted to understand that life can end suddenly, and that you should cherish your connections with others, then I pity you.
And if you don't see how a reminder to lift your head up from your work once in a while is relevant on HN, then this story is precisely for people like you.
> I mean, if you are really too hard-hearted to understand that life can end suddenly, and that you should cherish your connections with others, then I pity you.
Is this really what this essay was about? Using off-hand literary analysis, it's only a story, albeit a sad one, about a woman who's about to die, publicly absolving her husband from the sin of dating after your spouse has died.
She mentions she wants "more":
> I want more time with Jason. I want more time with my children. I want more time sipping martinis at the Green Mill Jazz Club on Thursday nights.
But, this is only a small part of this piece and the connection that people need to focus less on their jobs and more on their lives seems to be a guilty conscience projecting its own meaning onto a, arguably, blank canvas.
There is no underlying meaning here. The author is days away from being dead and it shows. She doesn't have the characteristic panic of the just-enlightened who've learned they will die. Nor is she showing any fight.
The story plays out like a fever dream. It would be coarse to call it a rambling, but that is how it came out.
I'm not sure how you think HN works, but it's not editorialized.