Accidents/Death

[mrscardero]

Where we live, we are going through a bad weather conditions. Going in to work last night, it took me 30 minutes instead of my normal 17-20 minutes. This morning it took me 40 minutes to get home. I took a short nap and was informed by carrdero that one of my co-workers son had passed away today due to a car accident. I talked to another of my co-worker and she had informed me that he was on his way to work where there is a local base in our area. He is in the service. My co-worker had just recently lost her husband through cancer a month ago. Her son was brought home from Iraq to be with his mom and be there for his dad's funeral. He went back to Iraq where he is stationed. He came back home to visit his mom for the New Year for a couple of weeks before he returns to Iraq and get transferred to California. He was suppose to go back this coming Tuesday.

In the last month, there has been 3 deaths around me.

A week before Christmas, my friend and I went to visit our friend in PA. We were suppose to leave there on Sunday night. We didn't get to leave there until Thursday. Two weeks prior, our friends mom was diagnosed with a minor heart attack and came home and she was fine. While we were there, we can tell that she was not doing well. I was there when my friends mom past away. Witnessed how the paramedic did not do what he was suppose to do. He did not do his job properly. You do not stick a person with heart problems out in the cold with just a sheet. My friends and I did all the work of transporting her to the stretcher with the help of the driver. I wheeled her out since the guy said, "Since you know the layout of the house, you push her out." Then we got her on the stretcher. The EMT just stood there calling out our friends mother's name. To top it off, he called her by her wrong name. I was there by her side calling for her, trying to make sure she stays awake. We tried to tell the EMT that she needed oxygen. But he had told the driver to put the tank back in the truck. My friend went back inside to get the car keys so we can follow them to the hospital. We were upset. I stood by her mom. That was the toughest part, was being right there when it happened. When you look at that person and sense their last breath. sense their last sight. Knowing that you are the last person that they will see. knowing that you are the last person they will hold. Knowing you are the last person that they will hear. I was lost. I felt out of place. They said she had past away on the ambulance, but we all know. They said that as soon as they got her on the ambulance, she had a massive heart attack.
My friends family member were glad to know that we were there to be with our friend through all this. They were glad to know that she has friends like us to stay there and take time to be there with her. Her family had told me that mother passing away right there and her holding my hand states that she is leaving her daughter in good hands. She knows that her daughter will be just fine.

I have also realized that death brings people together.

How do you deal with death?

What would you do if you were there?

How would you react if you were there?

 

[Runt]

I have encountered death very little in my life... my grandfather passed away when I was very young, but I didn't really know him well. Two of my uncles passed away recently, but I didn't know either of them. The hardest deaths I've encountered were those of my dog and my best friend's father... the former being difficult because Data was the only pet I've ever really considered to be my companion, and the latter because it was hard to see my best friend going though the pain of the loss of her father.

So, it is difficult to say how I deal with death, for I have had to deal with it so infrequently... and for that I am fortunate. I suppose when someone I love dies (whether they be a pet or, one day, a family member or friend) I will feel depressed for months whenever I think of them, until one day I find myself being able to remember them without pain, but joy. When the loved ones of my friends and family die, it is harder... because I am not good at reaching out to others and I feel that my efforts to comfort them--though I try my best to do so--are inadequate. As for my own death... well, I think dying will be frightening, but I do not fear death itself.