Thursday, July 23, 2009

"The Waiting Room"


Journal entry for June 23, 2009: Odd how things turn out sometimes. Late yesterday evening we watched two EMT crews work to revive our next door neighbor, John, who, we learned later, was dead when they got there. They can't pronounce death, so they had to wait for the on-call doctor to get there and it took about an hour. The really creepy thing about it was once the doc arrived and the pronouncement was made, he and the EMT's left. Poor John was lying there all alone while a policeman conducted an investigation of the area where he died: the pool in his backyard - heart attack? fell and hit his head? We don't know, yet. Finally the coroner's office arrived and removed the body.

So here we are this morning at the gastroenterologist's office and the memory of what happened the evening before is like, extinguished from my mind. You can tell, because my journal entry doesn't say anything about it.

6x9 Aquabee Sketchbook, watercolor, ink.


  1. Pleasant impressions of viewing!

  2. What a sad commentary. When Truman died at home, the EMTs stayed with Helen until we could get there and be with her. Is John the guy kiddy-korner from you guys? Was anyone else home?