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Never Forget
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Star gazing, Cork coming in late and needing to be drilled about it, Hurricanes, don't forget about comandeering the towels.....
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I'll always remember coming upon a wreck when I was about 12 years old. It was raining, in the middle of the day, and being in a small town, dad had to stop to see if he could help. The little white four door Chevette had two people in it, neither was moving. Judging from the groceries thrown about the car, they were coming back from shopping. The little old lady, seemed like she was probably in her upper 60s or 70s, was behind the wheel, lying there dead, with an old man, probably her husband, lying dead in the passenger seat. Seeing their lifeless bodies and sweet faces in that little car, with the rain still pouring on my head, was like God shedding tears for their death. I have this story in my mind that the couple were married at a very young age and they still had a loving life, doing everything together, even their grocery shopping. In the other car, was a screaming baby, strapped into the carseat, with the 30-something year old mother standing outside the car, crying tears as heavy as the rain falling. The baby had dropped something and the mother had turned around to reach back and get it, and when she did, she swerved the car into the path of the oncoming couple, driving the Chevette. 
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I'll always remember coming upon a wreck when I was about 12 years old. It was raining, in the middle of the day, and being in a small town, dad had to stop to see if he could help. The little white four door Chevette had two people in it, neither was moving. Judging from the groceries thrown about the car, they were coming back from shopping. The little old lady, seemed like she was probably in her upper 60s or 70s, was behind the will, lying there dead, with an old man, probably her husband, lying dead in the passenger seat. Seeing their lifeless bodies and sweet faces in that little car, with the rain still pouring on my head, was like God shedding tears for their death. I have this story in my mind that the couple were married at a very young age and they still had a loving life, doing everything together, even their grocery shopping. In the other car, was a screaming baby, strapped into the carseat, with the 30-something year old mother standing outside the car, crying tears as heavy as the rain falling. The baby had dropped something and the mother had turned around to reach back and get it, and when she did, she swerved the car into the path of the oncoming couple, driving the Chevette.
Wow SJ I could see this as I read it. It is amazing how we can see something in our lives and it stays with us forever.
heee heeee!!!! OH WATT FUNN!!!!!!! Stars; and satellites!!!
Star gazing, Cork coming in late and needing to be drilled about it, Hurricanes, don't forget about comandeering the towels.....
Dang SJ!!!!! that is a young age to have to be subject to such tragedy:angry:
I'll always remember coming upon a wreck when I was about 12 years old. It was raining, in the middle of the day, and being in a small town, dad had to stop to see if he could help. The little white four door Chevette had two people in it, neither was moving. Judging from the groceries thrown about the car, they were coming back from shopping. The little old lady, seemed like she was probably in her upper 60s or 70s, was behind the wheel, lying there dead, with an old man, probably her husband, lying dead in the passenger seat. Seeing their lifeless bodies and sweet faces in that little car, with the rain still pouring on my head, was like God shedding tears for their death. I have this story in my mind that the couple were married at a very young age and they still had a loving life, doing everything together, even their grocery shopping. In the other car, was a screaming baby, strapped into the carseat, with the 30-something year old mother standing outside the car, crying tears as heavy as the rain falling. The baby had dropped something and the mother had turned around to reach back and get it, and when she did, she swerved the car into the path of the oncoming couple, driving the Chevette.
That is a strong memory, SJ. How sad to have to witness such tradgey, but I can tell that even at so young an age, you were introspective, perceptive and very caring!
I remember fishing from a jetty in Cocoa beach as a teenager. A kid about 8-10 fell into the water, and the undertow started to suck him seaward. I remember there being about 3 dozen grown men standing there, fishing poles in hand, looking at each other while this kid cried for help. It was a tense, embarrassing experience. Finally,after what seemed like a minute or two, someone jumped into the violent, churning waters, and saved the kid from drowning. I felt ashamed because I feared the power of the ocean. I saw that day few are willing to step up when it matters.
Holy Cow!!! SJ and Bob, it is strange how we do seem to remember tramatic incidents especially as a child. Seacrestkristi, great story!!
I have several "never forgets". Unfortunately, like SJ and Bob, the most memorable is sad.
I remeber the day my mother died like it was yesterday . I won't go into details, but when I had to call Biffy, that was by far THE most difficult phone call I ever had to make. He was actually in FLorida. Love you baby Bro!!!! xoxoxo 
I have several "never forgets". Unfortunately, like SJ and Bob, the most memorable is sad.
I remeber the day my mother died like it was yesterday
. I won't go into details, but when I had to call Biffy, that was by far THE most difficult phone call I ever had to make. He was actually in FLorida. Love you baby Bro!!!! xoxoxo
Seeing death sweep down is not a unique experience no matter the age of the witness. I stopped going to funerals a while back. Growing up in a small town, I've attended too many. Death is a given and doesn't matter, except to the survivors. It is life which is so damn difficult and longing for attention. It is easy to remember seeing death, but how many can recall stories of life? -- My ex-father in law is a director of Hospice in a major city, and I once kidded him about losing my patience. He rebutted, "I've lost all my patients," which was his light humor in a very grim environment. Makes me think about the hundreds of patients he has lost, while trying to make their existence on Earth more tolerable. I think he once told me that his average patient's life expectancy was 10 days, from when they entered Hospice. My grandmother lived a year and a half after she was enrolled in Hospice. There are exceptions to the norm. So sad seeing so many once happy lives coming to an end, but it has helped me grow to see that there are many beautiful souls hidden under old bodies.
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I'm with you, SJ. I don't go to funerals any more unless they are for someone close. Being in the business that I am, I've been to far too many. But, you ask for a story of life, I'll give you one:
In March, I received a referral for possible admission of a lady to our nursing home who had had a SEVERE brainstem stroke. 48 years old. I went to see her in the hospital, and I just kept thinking, "there's NO WAY this lady will EVER be more than she is right now". She could not track with her eyes, she could not move, she was tube fed. She had no function of her left side at all. Her husband was at her side and let me just say that I left that room in tears. Probably because she was so young, he was so devoted, etc.
Anyway, I am so happy to tell you that on July 20, she WALKED out of our door and went home with her husband. She was laughing, talking, eating and walking. Recently, they came back to visit us. She was radiant. So, I guess you can tell, I'll NEVER forget her!