In the past month, I’ve happened upon three accidents, moments after they’ve happened. Didn’t see or hear the crashes, but I arrived well before any official help was on the scene. On on all three occasions, I’m pretty sure the people I’ve driven by are dead.
Two were motorcycle accidents. Both guys, who looked like they were laying on the ground, sleeping in their helmets. I know the second one died at the scene because I found the news report the next day. Today I saw someone on the side of the freeway who had been thrown out of their truck on impact.
A lot of people had already stopped to help in each instance. All I could think of was ‘at least the kids aren’t in the car with me, because how would I explain this?’ Every single time, it made me feel sad and angry and lost. I can’t get certain thoughts out of my head. The mother who gets the “phone call”. Having to tell your children that Daddy is never coming home. It makes me feel like vomiting even now.
I’m tired of watching you, death. Go away.
