Today I listened to a story of a young family. They were traveling together in their car on a two lane highway west of Calgary. Eight-Forty at night. Possibly heading home from one of their mom and dad’s or friends and a Friday dinner. And still get their child into their crib in a good time. Something went terribly wrong. The Mercedes crossed the center line and hit oncoming traffic head on – now mom and dad are no longer with us and the baby? Serious condition in the Children’s hospital.
I can see it happening. I wouldn’t be surprised to be able to generate a list of times when I, as the driver, would get distracted and look into the back seat where mom and baby sat safely. I do not know if that’s what happened here, but seems completely plausible.
I am not sure it is something to do with aging and the experiences you have or something less singularly definable. But these kinds of stories just resonate so very poorly with me. This young family and all its inter- and intra-connections will never be the same again. And as to the choice for this couple, namely, to be ‘extracted’ from their current lives, why was this an appropriate choice for this set of circumstances? Each and every time another of these stories crosses my conscious conscience, I am reminded of this perspective, and how taking every moment you have very seriously. There are no plans to guarantee the next one.
In Calgary alone in the last months, there have been a series of young people that have had their lives cut short. Today the opposite is the case. The reasons are varied and possibly even worthy of criticism in one facet or another, but this is the one aspect of our world, of our lives that is totally black and white. There is no grey. You are here in this consciousness, and then you are not.
One piece of the collective energy flow stops, and the others get jostled in the flow a little, but rather quickly the flow returns to its previous state. And yet the emotions of this are powerful and far-reaching. The impacts to the lives of those part of that common flow has lost their (physical) connection entirely. I lost my sister 30 years ago this November 17. For thirty years this day and many others pass with my thoughts of her. That baby might be considered lucky by way of having the chance to establish a connection with a new mom and dad. But that is little solace to anyone holding the loss deep in their heart and soul. Life continues on. Walking On.
I am not sure it is something to do with aging and the experiences you have or something less singularly definable. But these kinds of stories just resonate so very poorly with me. This young family and all its inter- and intra-connections will never be the same again. And as to the choice for this couple, namely, to be ‘extracted’ from their current lives, why was this an appropriate choice for this set of circumstances? Each and every time another of these stories crosses my conscious conscience, I am reminded of this perspective, and how taking every moment you have very seriously. There are no plans to guarantee the next one.
In Calgary alone in the last months, there have been a series of young people that have had their lives cut short. Today the opposite is the case. The reasons are varied and possibly even worthy of criticism in one facet or another, but this is the one aspect of our world, of our lives that is totally black and white. There is no grey. You are here in this consciousness, and then you are not.
One piece of the collective energy flow stops, and the others get jostled in the flow a little, but rather quickly the flow returns to its previous state. And yet the emotions of this are powerful and far-reaching. The impacts to the lives of those part of that common flow has lost their (physical) connection entirely. I lost my sister 30 years ago this November 17. For thirty years this day and many others pass with my thoughts of her. That baby might be considered lucky by way of having the chance to establish a connection with a new mom and dad. But that is little solace to anyone holding the loss deep in their heart and soul. Life continues on. Walking On.
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