Apr 22, 2013 11:14
Just that word, "body," on all of the liners of the articles. Technically, it is a body, but it's more than that. That was my cousin, he had a name, a family, and a life. I'm not big on proper names on public journals, and I've already named him in the past. That's who he was. Even when I witnessed my first autopsies, they weren't just bodies, we called them by their names. They were the loved ones of people lived around us even though we had never met. They weren't just "bodies." This is the sort of comment that "bodies" attract, "Doesnt[sic] anybody use cement shoes anymore, or a chainsaw and a pig farm?" Tool isn't anywhere near the right word for those who feel the need to share disconnected and unfunny comments.
When hearing about instances such as these, many shrug them off as things that happen to "other people," "other families," and never someone they know or have even heard of in passing. The death, though sad, isn't surprising because of his severe heart condition. What on earth happened in those two weeks leading up to yesterday? What led to "the body?" So much can happen in two weeks. You can experience all the highs and lows of a lifetime in two weeks, see half of the world in two weeks, build and break bonds in two weeks. I wonder what happened?