It seems to defy reason that relatively young people can still die of non-accidental causes. It is easy, even in this field, to take it for granted sometimes. I have a tendency to insulate people that I know and love socially from the possibility.
Not them. It could never happen to them.
Until it does.
Someone your age, someone you know, dies unexpectedly for unknown reasons and suddenly you are left staring in wonder at your own mortality.
Some day it will be my body undergoing that autopsy… Organs excised and weighed, body fluids analyzed, my brain in slices before they stuff it all back in…
What will it be like, this death? Some days I pray for it, long for it. Mostly, though, I just live in fear of it.
I will NOT go quietly into that good night….
Truthfully, the man annoyed me when he was alive. I preferred not to be around him.
But he was not a bad man.
When I look back on my interactions with him now, I find that I interpret them very differently. Death makes me hesitant to even speak these words but they are important: If death can all of a sudden make all of the things that annoyed me about him seem to go away then WHY were those things so critically important when he was alive?