When we lose someone close, we feel overwhelmed. Sadness and grief settle in our heart and the thought of never seeing that person again can be unbearable.
However, despite these feelings and the urge to kiss the person whom we lost, a doctor from Moldova, Dr. Viktor Ivanovik, shares the risks associated with kissing someone deceased. His video, in which he discusses this highly sensitive topic, has caused a widespread discussion and debate on social media.
According to him, around nine hours after someone dies, the body starts to decompose, a natural process during which bacteria from the decomposing tissues start to surface.
These bacteria can pose health risks to individuals who come into contact with the body, particularly through kissing.
He says he’s perfectly aware that this practice is seen as a final farewell and sort of respect towards the deceased person, but he believes people should be aware of the risk they put themselves into by unknowingly expose themselves to harmful pathogens.
As expected, people’s opinions were divided.
“I kissed my father and would do it again, no matter the risk! He is my father!” one person commented. Others, however, appreciated his advice and wrote they would reconsider their decision of kissing someone who has died as a final goodbye no matter the emotional connection they had with the deceased.
Dr. Ivanovik emphasized the issue of one’s sense of smell being affected if kissing someone who passed away.
The body’s decomposition can produce an unpleasant odor that might remain in one’s memory longer than expected. Some people report a significant change in their sense of smell and taste after such an act, adding another layer of complexity to the already emotional farewell experience.
“Honestly, I don’t think anyone can resist not kissing their parent on the hand or forehead one last time. I kissed my father’s hand for the last time,” a follower commented.
What are your thoughts on this?
All my left socks kept disappearing—when I found out why, my heart nearly stopped.
The Mystery of My Missing Socks Led to a Heartwarming Surprise
At first, I thought it was just one of those things—socks disappearing in the laundry. Everyone jokes about dryers “eating” them, right?
But something felt off. It wasn’t random pairs going missing; it was always one sock from several pairs.
As a single dad raising my son, Dylan, in a quiet home without many visitors, I started to wonder—was he somehow behind this? But why on earth would he need only one sock from each pair? It didn’t make sense.
Curiosity got the best of me, so I set up an old nanny cam in the laundry room, determined to catch the culprit.
The next morning, as I sipped my coffee and reviewed the footage, I nearly spilled my cup all over the keyboard.
There was Dylan, sneaking into the laundry room, carefully selecting a sock from my newest pair, tucking it into his school bag, then putting on his coat and heading out the door.
I had to know what he was up to.
So, I decided to follow him.
Dylan walked towards a part of town I rarely drove through—a struggling neighborhood with rundown houses. He stopped in front of one of them and knocked confidently, as if he had done it countless times before.
I kept my distance, watching as an elderly man in a wheelchair answered the door.
Then, I heard my son’s voice:
“I got you some new fancy socks!”
I must have shifted my weight because at that moment, both Dylan and the old man turned to look at me.
“Dad, I can explain,” Dylan said quickly, worried I might be upset.
But I wasn’t. I was just trying to piece together what I had just witnessed.
The old man wheeled closer, smiling warmly. “You must be Dennis. Your son has been making sure my leg stays warm on these cold days.”
That’s when I noticed—he only had one leg.
A former Navy officer, he had lost touch with his family when his children moved abroad, leaving him alone.
One day, Dylan had met him by chance while walking to school, and from that moment on, he made sure the man was never without a warm sock for his foot.
“Are you mad, Dad?” Dylan asked hesitantly.
I shook my head, overwhelmed with pride. “No, son. I’m just really proud of you.”
From that day forward, Dylan and I visited the old man regularly, helping him with errands and keeping him company.
A few missing socks had led to a beautiful friendship.
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