I care
I can’t not care because I’ve learned too much.
I’ve learned that one day you can be at the doctor’s office with a family member, thinking everything is alright. And the next day you’re sitting in a waiting room waiting to see that family member, only to walk into the room and see wires and tubes sticking out from everywhere.
I’ve learned that you can see someone you know from school and mutual family friends, and be talking to then about their family and how life is going and you think everyone is just like every other day. And then you find out the next morning that he killed himself.
I’ve learned that you can talk to this amazingly cute and sweet guy everyday for 3 summers at your job, and then one day walk into work and find out he’s dead. Died. Gone. Game over. And no matter how many times you peak around the corner, he’ll never be there again.
I’ve seen how sudden intentional death affects a family first hand. How people skirt around the issues because no one wants to say her name.
I’ve been there watching a woman die at a hospital alone because she has no one to care about her. No one to hold her hand and whisper everything will be better soon.
So I’m sorry if I care, but it’s because I ultimately have learned that life and God doesn’t give you time to pick and choose how life turns out. One minute you have a perfectly normal life and the next you don’t. And with those percentages and chances, we don’t have time to not care. Because tomorrow might be too late.
I’ve learned that one day you can be at the doctor’s office with a family member, thinking everything is alright. And the next day you’re sitting in a waiting room waiting to see that family member, only to walk into the room and see wires and tubes sticking out from everywhere.
I’ve learned that you can see someone you know from school and mutual family friends, and be talking to then about their family and how life is going and you think everyone is just like every other day. And then you find out the next morning that he killed himself.
I’ve learned that you can talk to this amazingly cute and sweet guy everyday for 3 summers at your job, and then one day walk into work and find out he’s dead. Died. Gone. Game over. And no matter how many times you peak around the corner, he’ll never be there again.
I’ve seen how sudden intentional death affects a family first hand. How people skirt around the issues because no one wants to say her name.
I’ve been there watching a woman die at a hospital alone because she has no one to care about her. No one to hold her hand and whisper everything will be better soon.
So I’m sorry if I care, but it’s because I ultimately have learned that life and God doesn’t give you time to pick and choose how life turns out. One minute you have a perfectly normal life and the next you don’t. And with those percentages and chances, we don’t have time to not care. Because tomorrow might be too late.