Are you prepared for death?
I wasn’t. Very suddenly, death was right in front of me, giving me almost no time to react. In that moment, I was surprised, saddened that my life would end like this. I wasn’t prepared for that.
I was being extra careful – it was a snowy morning, our first snow of the year, my mother was in the passenger seat. We had already passed one serious accident – a rollover in the median. When we hit a clear patch of highway, I sped up a little – still under the speed limit. Around a bend, a red car appeared, drifting sprawled out across both lanes. As I gently worked the useless brakes, aiming for the far corner of the left lane, our car began to slide, the opening between the concrete bride retainer and the slowly-drifting vehicle closing.
Somehow, my sites moved to the opening gap in the right lane. Somehow, we made it through the widening gap, missing both the front end of the car and the far end of the bridge, flying through the shoulder and off into the snowy desert. Somehow, we didn’t flip. Somehow, we avoided a tree, missed every boulder, and came to rest in sudden silence.
As I flash back to that moment on the bridge, I remember first yelling to the other driver not to do this! And then, in the instant we directly faced the passenger side of the red car ahead, I exclaimed “Oh Mom!” – clearly imagining us t-boning the the other car – surprised that this is how it would abruptly all end.
Something did end. It wasn’t me or Mom. It was my notion of immortality in this body. Death can come unexpectedly – or it least it could have until a few days ago.
Even though I won’t expect death in any given moment, I’ll be a little more awake and living every given moment.