Dying and equating death to the mundane has been a pet peeve.
Talk about death and all I can remember is that punch to the heart and weeping. Death, all sorts of it, is not my cup of tea. Just last week, I witnessed death as it transformed into a student's SUV and killed a puppy. It wasn't exactly an immediate discourse where the wheels killed the pup instantaneously. It was slow and full of punches to the heart. It was sad. It was mad. It was intense. I realized some of the students and drivers are not equipped with values related to living. Some are not moved by death, some do not respect life. I am moved not by the killing but by the decision to let go of life just because others do not like the idea of it. Or probably, just because others do not care about lives other than theirs. I am writing because I want to remember that week when I had to decide to let go of life just because hospital workers (vet doctors) tell me to do so. Why would anyone decide to give up life when you see that the pup struggles to live? How can you explain to a mommy dog that its puppy had to go? We named her Reanna. To remember that driver who took her life away from her. |
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