Emotional
Its a sad, dreary day in Lexington. I should have known from the way this day started, that it wouldn't get much better. I was driving down High St. this morning, jamming to the new Nelly Furtado CD when I caught up with a white van around Mill. I read the back of the van and the gravity of the situation began to sink in. The blue stripe across the doors had white letters on it that said "FAYETTE COUNTY CORONER". I turned down my music. I couldn't help but think about the long day that this person had ahead of them at work. When we crossed over Broadway, I noticed that there was another coroner's van ahead of the one in front of me. I followed behind them until I turned into the parking lot here at work. They continued along Versailles Rd. to their tragic destination. It reminded me how fragile life really is. But as if that wasn't enough of a reminder, my boss told me that the 36 yr-old midwife who helped deliver her baby passed away last Friday. She had cancer. This woman also helped deliver the baby of another friend of mine. She called me while shedding a few tears to confirm the details of visitation, etc. The end of one woman's life who helped bring so many other lives into this world is so sad and ironic.