The Angel of Death ...

A mythical beast, seldom witnessed and never discussed.  The object of denial and dismissal it seemed in my experience.  At least until I started down this path to a simpler more primal existence.  The throbbing pulse of life now dances to the seasons, the weather, the sun and the moon.  On this path I have made the acquaintance, indeed become quite familiar with this Grim Reaper.  Once a stranger, now a frequent guest, dropping in unwelcome and unannounced.  Such would be the case on this occasion.  The veil of sleep and promise of sweet dreams, banished by the faint persistent ring of the phone.  First a desperate report of an accident.  Too soon followed by the sobbing report of a death.  Sleep would not be our companion on this fated night.

My wife’s younger brother may now rest in peace but for family and friends the process of saying goodbye has just begun.  Countless calls were made in search of answers and to inform the family.  First light and the first flight out to Bangkok and the process has begun.  It seems quite unfair that such a heavy burden should fall on such a small and delicate frame.  My wife is, however, the backbone of her family and takes it upon herself to care for one and all.  My job by contrast is to care for her.  I do not it seems, feel things as she does, with such depth and sincerity.   The only thing that truly moves me, is her.  She is my connection to the emotional world.  Through her I know the joy of life and share in the depth of her despair.

As she deals with all legal formalities and has his body returned home, her sister and mother with the help of the village, begin preparations to receive the brother and son who has left this world far too early.  It was an all too familiar passing, however, with those all too familiar player.  Darkness, speed, alcohol, motorcycle and a lack of precaution or protection.  What’s done is done, I suppose.  No lessons learned.  No greater purpose.  Just another senseless death bringing pain and suffering to those left behind.  RIP...