Brutal

RDP Tuesday:  Punctilious! 

 

When we create memorials to mark the resting place of those who have gone on before us, those memorials  in the first part of their life look beautiful to the eye.

Those memorials are cared for, and decorated with flowers or toys they not only  will say when that person was born and left this Earth they are also saying, ‘ this person was loved and is still loved ‘.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Evergreen Washelli- Seattle, Washington USA

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Saint Louis Cemetery Number One

Some people think Death is the bad guy in the grand scheme of things- but we know that the real villain is time.

Time will eat and wear away, word by word, atom by atom those memorials that were crafted to defy time ( HA! ).

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Saint Louis Cemetery Number One

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Bear Creek Cemetery/Turner Cemetery
Washington state.

We create memorials to those we loved that have gone on before us- but in the end time has the last word and it’s vocabulary is brutal.

Wrong

WP Daily Prompt: Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?

The Drowned Man’s Ghost Tries to Claim a New Victim for the Sea, Thorvald Niss, undated.
Skagens Museum, Skagen, Denmark.

There was a day when I was leaving work and I wasn’t in  a good mood.

It was one of those days where it had really been drilled into my skull that I had been dumb enough to trust another human being and because of that I would never stop paying for that lack of judgment.

Idiot- idiot-idiot that is ME. I said that over and over and almost made myself deaf from the sound of my own voice bouncing around in my skull.

As I was swearing up and down that it would be a cold day in Hell before I helped another human being when this drugged out homeless lady, who had been spinning in circles started to fall to the ground in slow motion right in front of me.

Had she not been wearing crusty dirty clothes and mismatched shoes, you would have thought she was a ballerina. Her moves were that graceful.

She ended up on the ground with her arms olden up over her head and I could hear that she was struggling to breathe.

I walked right by her- the day before I would have asked her if she needed help. I would have cared. I would have called 911.

That was not one of my finest moments and I would never pull a stunt like that again.

I’m sorry though that this woman who was struggling to breathe, who looked like she must have been a dancer in her life before ran into me that day.

I’m pretty sure she will haunt me for the rest of my life and all I can do is promise myself that the next time someone needs help, I will help them.