Fragility of life

On Thursday night a mere thirteen hours before I was to check into the hospital for my procedure, I was reminded how quickly life can slip from our grasp.

Gigglez and I were at Esther Short Park to watch Bree play in one of the jazz bands.

It was a very good evening, as Gigglez had packed a picnic dinner and we were munching the best chips in the world with sun dried tomato hummus.

The music was what you would expect from high school jazz bands.

We heard the screech of tires and a crunch, then some spinning of tires. A few minutes later we heard the emergency vehicles and that got my curiosity going.

I wandered off to see what was up, and as I walked out the gates to the sidewalk I saw the unexpected.

There was an elderly man, who had been knocked from his mobility wheelchair while crossing in the crosswalk by a mid-sized pickup.

The first responders were performing CPR and I watched with morbid curiosity and hope.

All of a sudden the responders stood and one walked briskly away. My mind changed directions as the gal briskly walked back, but with a sheet in her hand.

It was interesting on a people watching level how the mood/tone changed as that a sheet came out and was spread across the decedent.

There was quite a bit of disbelief, shock, and sadness as we let the loss settle in around us.

10 thoughts on “Fragility of life”

  1. I often wander, we are such fragile creatures in reality, and there is always some mortal danger looming over us. Natural disasters, falling debris, 2-ton chunks of mechanized metal zooming past at speeds we could not even have imagined 200 years ago. But yet we survive, Millions, billions, of us make it to the next dawn just to try it again. To call it a miracle would be too strong, because it happens far too often, but to call it miraculous might almost fit. I've seen death in an instance, caused by unfortunate mistakes. I've seen death slowly creep in through the gaps provided by old age and sickness. And I look at my two young sons and worry that their next great adventure might be their last, but I can't stop them from living at full throttle, because what kind of life would that be.

    Yes, life is fragile, but it is also remarkably resilient. Griz, your latest trials are proof of that. Even if it requires the aid of cybernetics, we find a way to push on. My heart go out to those that have cast off this shell far too early, but they will rejoin us in a new shell and try it again.

  2. It's the greatest true mystery, both sadness and hope. I do not want anyone crying for me, I will have finally gone home. My wishes are for everyone to have a party instead of my funneral, New Orleans style. Until that day, I enjoy every monment.

    BTW, glad your party is postponed Mr. Griz.

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