Last night my grand-uncle went to sleep for the last time.
First thing this morning I took my son shopping. We came out of the store about 6:45 to find medics near my car, administering CPR to someone. Although I’ve held a first aid/CPR card since junior high (thus practiced on a mannequin for many years), this was the first time I’ve seen it done for real. It would be fine with me if it’s also the last time I ever need to see it. Truth be told, I was more concerned with the guy’s friend than seeing what they were doing. She looked so distraught. Can you imagine having to go through something like that alone? I went over and gave her a shoulder to cry on. It’s so sad that more people don’t know that heart attacks sometimes present with throat problems instead of chest pain. I learned a little about our local EMS – they’re allowed to stop and call the coroner if it’s futile, and don’t have to transport to the hospital when a doctor won’t be able to help.
Uncle had a good, long life. We will miss him. The guy this morning didn’t look nearly old enough for his life to be over. We just never know.
A friend recently gave me a book. It was excellent, and seems particularly appropriate to recent events.
Here’s hoping you’re having a better day.