…from home while you’re at work are rarely a good thing. My father called today to inform me of my cousin, whose wife passed away during a miscarriage. I ask if there’s anything more tragic, something more wrong than dying in the attempt to bring life. I didn’t even know her and this saddens me greatly, I can’t even begin to comprehend what my cousin is going through right now. My thoughts go out to him.
Sorry to bring you all down, needed a bit of catharsis.
Zel-kun out.
David N. Scott | 03-Jan-07 at 11:23 pm | Permalink
Ahhh, so mortality can catch us anyway. Which is to say that, in my ignorance, I had begun to think deaths like this were something that only happened in the old times and they’d passed away with the advent of hospitals.
The Boo being born was the happiest day of my life, so it’s hard to imagine it actually becoming the worst. Actually, her birth was extraordinarily difficult, leading to the necessity for stitches, and so having seen Julie start to bleed all over the delivery table maybe gives be the beginnings of an inkling… but I suppose the fear of something that absolute and life-lasting couldn’t ever compare to the concrete reality, so maybe not.
And yet, as incomprehensible as it is, similar tragedy lurks for us, on some highway or deep inside our own bodies, always stalking us, always prepared and waiting for us.
For the wise man, like the fool, will not be long remembered;
in days to come both will be forgotten.
Like the fool, the wise man too must die.
Memento mori.
Eh, a eulogy for someone I’ve never met. Probably too tall of a project to have escaped my fingers. But so it is.
Zel-kun | 04-Jan-07 at 9:34 am | Permalink
I thought much the same thing when I heard this, that dying during birth was a thing of the past and that such a sophisticated society as ours need not worry about such a thing.
The eulogy, though unlikely to reach the eyes of anyone who knew her (even I have only seen her once or twice [the first being at her wedding, of all things], and spoke a scant greeting each time), is much appreciated. For if the dead can truly hear us, any kind word shall be carried through eternity.
David N. Scott | 04-Jan-07 at 1:54 pm | Permalink
Ah, true.