for the day I've had. And I was only a bystander, a lookyloo, not even a witness until after the fact. Being a mortician's granddaughter, I've grown up with Death. It's a part of life, it's always there. A fact not to be feared. I've seen my share of bodies. Today was not my first time. But the bodies in the funeral home are different - they've been sanitized. Taken from the place of death, the aura of death, and brought to a sterile white room and laid out on a sterile porcelain table. I've been up close and personal with death. I held my mother's hand as she took her last breath. I watched her last exhalation. The silence after that is like nothing I've ever experienced. The silence when waiting for another breath, a sign of continued life, it last so long, it's full and dead. Like staring into space and trying to see the edge. Today's death was different. A person I don't know. Cast off his motorcycle, lying still in the road. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. A tragic accident occured today, details are unknown or not worth posting. I didn't think I'd be this moved by it. After all, I've seen death before, looked him in the eye and cursed him to high heaven. I know what death looks like. But still, my gut clenched and my skin turned cold and all I wanted to do was *something* *Anything* to help. And yet - there was nothing I could do. ~S Tags: death, life Current Mood: sad
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