Death.
Last week, I saw a dead person for the first time.
It was terrible.
A guy in his 20’s was walking and stepped in front of a truck on the highway. They don’t know if it was an accident or he did it on purpose, but there was nothing that the truck driver could do.
When I drove past, they had covered the main part of his body but there were still little pink chunks scattered across the road and blood and other terrible things.
The thing I remember most vividly is his hand, his arm just lay resting by his side, and his hand was relaxed, as if he was sleeping.
I went home and cried for hours.
The next day, I got a text. It was from one of my best friends, Michelle. It read: “Can you call me ASAP”
I called her on my lunch break, she said:
“You know that peson you drove past yesterday? That was my brother”.
It was the most shocking thing I have ever heard. I didn’t know what to say or how to react or anything. I just burst into tears and she was so calm on the phone, I think she was in shock. She was apologising to me saying “I’m sorry you had to see that” etc.
The funeral is this Friday. I still don’t even know how I feel about it. Life is so short.
