Our perception of death is different to what death really is. We only know it as a trifling of hurt in comparison to the lifetime of hollowness it is. Films and books will always hide from you, the months or years we cry ourselves to sleep, despite the fact that we graduated, got a promotion or met the man of our dreams. Those things do not fill the hole. Once you lose a loved one, a sister, a parent or child, you cross over into the opaque world. It can only then be seen in your eyes.
I’ve met with death before. It’s a cold demon you never want to cross paths with, but one that you eventually will. It takes what it wants, when it wants it and doesn’t give a dam for the pain it causes to the world.
A few weeks ago, I listened to a radio ad for Red Cross. It’s a real life phone call between a paramedic and a mother who’s just found her thirteen-month-old baby lifeless and blue. Hearing the distressed mother try to resuscitate her child is the most chilling thing you could possibly listen to. It brings you very close to the reality of death. It will creep under your skin and give you a taste of fear.
But. It will also have you think about taking a first aid course, because you never know when you might need to save a life the way this brave mother did.
Chills*
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