DOA

He died last night, fell off the side of his bed, tipped a lamp over and died on the floor. He was an old man, from the looks of things lived a simple life. His possessions were few, modest furniture, not a lot of clothes, just the necessities. We stood there after pronouncing him dead and waited for the police Sergeant, five of us, strangers to the dead man, talking about our weekend, our kids, our future.

His grandson arrived, walked past us and kneeled by his grandfathers side, sobbing.
Another grandson ran into the room and joined them next to the bed. The phone rang, another family member entered the room. The police arrived, we backed out. As we were leaving I saw another young man running toward the house, frantic.

He may not have had many worldly possessions, but from the look of the people he left behind, he knew how to live.

5 Comments

  • Anonymous says:

    That’s one of those ‘slap in the face’ moments. In you’re daily job-it has to be another DOA-but to the family-a moment they will relive daily. It’s all about perspective.

  • Anonymous says:

    i love how you put scenarios in perspective….your so skilled in your writing.

  • crossi13 says:

    Yes, it certainly is about putting things into perspective.

  • R says:

    I’m a new reader… what a great first post to read. I look forward to reading more. I appreciate everything you do in the city. Thanks to you and all of the people in your department.

  • PFDSpitfire says:

    Reminds me of how my grandmother left this life – sadly, I was not with her. I know that moment of seeing your loved one lifeless before you. The important lesson here is… someone actually noticed.

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