I’ve been hearing a lot more sirens lately. I’m not sure if that’s because there are more, or if I’m just more aware of them. I get this empty feeling for a moment and wonder if the person that siren is screaming for is still alive, or is it too late? I try to remember a time when death wasn’t so constant, when it didn’t exist in such a suffocating way. It must be great to be that young, to have no idea what the world becomes. We’re all so naive, and then it’s too late. I remember my parents trying to explain it to me, before it was fathomable. “No, he’s not going to ever come back. No, you’ll never see him again.” I remember crying, because the reality of what they were telling me was so much worse than anything I could have imagined. How can one person exist, and then be gone a moment later. And then the worse news came. “Everybody dies eventually.” I couldn’t accept it at first. How everyone around me that I care about would one day disappear, never to be seen again. How many times would I have to experience this feeling of loss throughout my life?
Just thoughts…