These days we hear about deaths everyday. For example, there’s a daily ticker scrolling on our television newscable shows of how many have died from covid. We seemingly cannot escape the concept of death. Maybe that is partly why people appear so jumpy these days. I know, I myself am startled by people at random times. That could just be feeling overworked and zoning out a bit.
With all that is going on, it is no wonder that I had an eerie day this past week when death kept popping into my mind and consciousness.
I woke up and got myself ready just like any other day. As I walked to work, all of a sudden, I started thinking of a past friend who just suddenly died. His heart just stopped. He was young. That death in that particular year (4 years ago) just so happened to be one of several I had experience that year. Anyway. After his death popped into my head startling me, I received a text from a friend on a piece he wrote about watching friends die during the height of the HIV/AIDS epidemic. This article hit me hard on the heels of my random remembrance of a friend who had gone too soon. Then I arrive to work and receive news that a colleague of mine on special program had been murdered the night before.
Yikes. I felt like a tidal wave had hit me. They say things come in three. I believe that. However, I don’t know why I suffered through this tidal wave. It seems too trite to say it was meant to put me on alert as to how short life is. That I need to make key decisions for happiness and connections. Or maybe its just a reflection of times we live in with so much death around us.