Don’t it always seem to go
On Monday, this happened.
Thinking outside of the standard feelings of tragedy and also the exploitive nature of the news coverage (the cover of Tuesday’s Metro was disgusting), I have this sense of closeness. I don’t know her, but it’s easy to see myself in her shoes.
Here’s a woman, in her twenties, just popping out of the office or something along those lines for a coffee. And now she’s gone. A life snuffed out. It’s a grim realization of the fragility of life. There one moment and gone the next.
The whole thing has been a regular topic at the office the past two days and you can see by the way people are acting during their daily routine on Spring Garden that there are others thinking of it too. I’ve never seen the traffic on the street be so accommodating and almost fearful of pedestrians.
What has been stuck in my mind is this: on Monday morning, this woman woke up, maybe a little tired from one of those case of the Mondays. It was a normal day until she popped out for coffee. Just a normal day, like any of the thousands of us go through everyday.
No one promised us tomorrow and that’s how it goes. Can you imagine leaving for work for the day and never coming back to your apartment, back to your life? What do you leave behind? Who do you leave behind?
And so it goes. On Tuesday, this happened. It’s on my route that I normally run.