"She Will Make the Face of Heaven So Fine..."
Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggest they
are about to die.
Some deaths seem more tragic than others. Pointless in the ensuing loss of intelligence, kindness, talent, future of someone who should have had more time.
But the life we face does not play by those rules, and death comes as it will, often without warning. Natasha Richardson's death seems ridiculously cruel following a fairly undramatic bump to the head. I imagine we'll hear and read a bit more about whether a helmet could have prevented injury and it's a fair subject for discussion. However, the truth of life is that there are no guarantees. No day is promised to us. As much as I joke to my grrrls about wearing helmets and life jackets when they leave the house, there is no absolute protection from living.
John Travolta's son died from a traumatic brain injury after a fall in the bathroom related to a seizure. I cared for a gentleman who died from a head bleed after bumping his head on his couch, as well as a woman who fell from a chair she was standing on while taking the ornaments off her Christmas tree. How much protection and padding are we willing to bear?
When I worked in a Medical ICU I felt somewhat removed from the patients we cared for rationalizing that I didn't drink a case of beer/day or smoke cigarettes or ignore any escalating diabetes/hypertension/coronary artery disease. Certainly that could never be me in one of those hospital beds. It only took a couple of weeks in an ICU which treats trauma and head injuries to realize it hits every body. Any body with a brain. And, while I continue to fret whether my grrrls wear their seat belts each and every time they're in a car, I also understand that life is a crap shoot. You play the best you can and enjoy. The motto in Neurodramaville?? "Use it while you got it." Now go on, take that and run with it. Do me a favor and look both ways if you cross the street.
please note: title is reappropriated from Shakespeare, "When he shall die take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night." Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II