the days pass like….passing days
July 15, 2008
Is it really already July 15th?
Yesterday some guy was plowed by the blue line at my train stop. To my luck, I wasn’t there while it happened. But, I was there a half an hour later. I couldn’t help but question what it would be like to witness someone die. Or, for that matter, just see a dead person.
I haven’t seen a dead body since the wake I went to in high school. It was for a friend’s cancer-stricken father. No one was crying except for me. I could not get over the dead guy in the room. I can only imagine my reaction to a freshly destroyed body. I don’t think I can see that.
I wish that person would have decided against ending their life. Maybe sometimes people just need to be reminded that they are loved and appreciated. That is, unless they decide to end it because they are terrible and killed someone themselves. I don’t know. I guess I’m going to end this blog post now.
