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Moment May 9, 2010

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
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The wind topples a tree directly onto a truck, in which sits a man who is instantly killed, a man you have never met but who is a pillar of the community, a man whose wife and younger daughter you have been introduced to ever so briefly, so briefly you are sure they would not remember, a man who drove by your house on the very day he died and waved to Ron (who is building your new porch floor), and everyone is in shock, it was such a freak accident, the chances of it not happening so much greater than those of it happening, and you feel deep deep pain and sorrow for his family, and you are jarred back into the awareness of the brevity of life and the randomness of almost everything, and you go to an afternoon birthday party featuring hail and a rainbow and friends and neighbors and are glad to be surrounded by them all, and the next morning you have strong coffee and French toast and conversation with friends you don’t see nearly enough, and you are glad that every morning as your husband leaves the house you tell him you love him, sometimes running down the stairs to tell him again, often adding be careful, knowing that being and caring is all that any of us can do and what will be will be.

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1. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - May 9, 2010

Sad. Painful. Perfect.

2. helen - May 9, 2010

Oh. OH.

3. Dona - May 9, 2010

So sad.

4. Dona - May 9, 2010

Except for the circumstances, the age of the man’s child and the afternoon festivities, this could have been about our neighbor who died on Friday while picking his daughter up from Colgate.

5. indigobunting - May 9, 2010

Dona, I wondered about your FB post. So sorry. (Was his daughter in the car?) This man was 50; his daughters are still in school.

6. Deloney - May 9, 2010

Glad I read this, IB. We need to be shaken up to the brevity of things. Personally watching the grass turn dry and brown in the fall would remind me well enough, but awful things happen daily as we walk along whistling.

7. indigobunting - May 9, 2010

And we should continue to whistle and enjoy it!

8. Dona - May 9, 2010

IB – I’m not sure what happened. It wasn’t a car accident though. Maybe his heart. I hope Emily got to see her dad before he died, but I hope it was not while he was carting her stuff from the dorm room to the car.

9. Mali - May 9, 2010

I’m acutely aware that for every 1 in a million chance of something awful or good happening, there is in fact ONE in that million for whom that is their reality. So I’m very sad this happened, but glad that you have taken from it what, as Del said, we should all take. That we need to enjoy the good things, and to tell our loved ones we love them.

I love you, IB and all those whose lives I share through blogging.

10. Alesia - May 10, 2010

Sad, lovely, true.

11. Bridgett - May 10, 2010

Sad. And jarring. My parents are in London and I keep having these flashes of what-if. Not that they’re more likely to die in London than in St. Louis, but still.

12. indigo bunting - May 10, 2010

Mali, I love you too, and all my blog friends. You’re the reason I’m even here.

13. Lali - May 12, 2010

Goodness, this is terrible. I had no idea….


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