In order to write about the Darkness, you can’t be afraid to face it. This is a true experience I went through a few days ago and I thought I’d share it here because I t does go to the question: :” Where do you get your ideas from? “
Sometimes those ideas come from a Grim Destination and sometimes that Grim Destination is a place that is until one minute before was just a corner on street that is as normal as any other street around it.
I have learned over the last few days, that when I get a text from the Sounder that says, ” Medical Emergency ” it probably means someone was on the tracks and got hit by a train.
That’s what happened on Wednesday.
I was on my way home when someone sitting across from me said he just got a text from his friend that was riding on the train ahead of us and his friend had texted that the train they were on hit someone.
Almost right after that we pulled into our first stop and then we got word about the fatality and that we were looking at a two hour wait minimum.
Considering I was going to get to go home and my family wasn’t going to have to claim me at the morgue, I decided that I may as well not stress, stay with the train instead if racing for a bus ( one of three I would need to get home ) or calling for an Uber and that I would eventually get to where I needed to be.
Once we got going, we eventually got to the place on the tracks where the accident happened.
There were law enforcement cars, there was a Medical Examiner’s truck and then I saw a gurney. I was surprised that it was there, considering the nature of the situation.
Our train was moving slowly as we moved through the intersection, I looked out my window and I saw a leg, a little further down I saw part of a torso and then I saw the people who have to take care of situations like this one kneeling in a circle and working.
And that’s when some jackass who rides the train on a regular basis shouted out ‘ Oh my GOD.”
But she wasn’t crying out in horror, she sounded like she was at the movies or at a concert- she sounded thrilled.
I write about death, I have worked in a Funeral Home, I have been there when my loved ones have passed away and I explore and study death and it’s influence in art and music an literature.
But here is the thing- when I am in the presence of Death I show it respect.
I respect the deceased, I respect the process, I respect the impact death has on what it touches.
I think that the passengers on my train, for the most part respected that- Not everyone looked out the window and some people made it a point to NOT look.
If you were going to be a part of that moment, if you wanted to witness what death did on the tracks that day- then don’t act like that person lived and then died to give you a cheap thrill.
If there is on thing I’ve learned about Death over the years, I’ve learned it has a way of catching those little moments where people did not respect the process and it stores them away for the future.
For. Your. Future.