I didn’t have anyone close to me who passed away as a child, and I think the first time I became painfully aware of life’s fragility was coming out of a coma.
Normally, it seems like nothing can shake a living being off this mortal coil, our instinct for survival is too great. But after the accident, I saw the danger in everything. For a couple of years, I was a big ole’ fraidy cat because I saw the inherent risk in everything from jumping off a building to brushing my teeth. Everything.
It’s kind of like when the Wee One is asleep. When she’s asleep, I can pick her up, move her around, let someone love on her, run the vacuum cleaner, slam the door, do a whole bunch of stuff around her, and she sleeps through it. Like she’ll never wake up. Like it’s such a strong hold on sleep.
But then she does wake up, and suddenly that grip is very tender. Once she’s up, she’s looking around, she’s smiling, she’s got a strong grip on being awake and the things going on around her.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”