I was in the room when my fiancee's cat was put to sleep. Though I never saw the death itself, while I worked in a photo lab a somewhat older woman came in to make copies of a photo of her son with the right side of his face missing for a court case.
Witnessing death.
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I haven't seen anyone or anything die but I think if I did I wouldn't really react. I've seen car crashes and such and I've just sorta frozen up and watched it happen without feeling so I image I'd just be like that. If it was someone close to me though...I really have no idea what would happen and I hope I never find out.
Ive seen about 12-13 people die. First ones were family and hit me quite hard. Their bodies like empty shells. Some from road accidents right infront of me. Ive shot one person trying to kill me. And stabbed one to death in selfdefence with his own knife. Ive have to say that the last deaths wasnt all that hard. More or less annoying and depressing on how this world is behaving.
Back in high-school (or whatever second degree would be) I saw this scene while passing on a buss. There was heavy rainfall at the time, and some sort of traffic accident had occurred. There was a twisted bicycle, an ambulance, and a man lying on the ground. There were paramedics about but nobody seemed to be in a hurry to move the man out of the rain or at least cover him with something. Then it hit me. It was because there was nothing more they could do.
I didn't dwell on it really. There was just this brief pang of sort of impersonal sadness. Another life cut short.
I also saw my father bludgeon my cat to death when I was 9 years old but there was a lot more reason to be upset than just the sudden death, obviously. Only people I've told before were my best friend, my therapist, and any of my father's relatives that had a hard time understanding why I despise him.
I didn't dwell on it really. There was just this brief pang of sort of impersonal sadness. Another life cut short.
I also saw my father bludgeon my cat to death when I was 9 years old but there was a lot more reason to be upset than just the sudden death, obviously. Only people I've told before were my best friend, my therapist, and any of my father's relatives that had a hard time understanding why I despise him.
Two deaths near the same time.
A guy in a drunken suicidal rage was being a fucking moron and decided to get into a head on collision with another car in an attempt to kill himself. He killed the driver of the other car and survived the crash. He then proceeded to blow his own head off with a shotgun. I felt intense anger towards the bastard.
A guy in a drunken suicidal rage was being a fucking moron and decided to get into a head on collision with another car in an attempt to kill himself. He killed the driver of the other car and survived the crash. He then proceeded to blow his own head off with a shotgun. I felt intense anger towards the bastard.
Have I actually seen a person die? No. But in June one of my closest friends who I'd known for sixteen years was killed after a two car collision that killed three others and left one car a fireball. He was only 21. I've known his family most of my life and worked with his sister at the time and she called me to tell me, absolutely hysterical.
My reaction varied over time. At first, I was shocked; this was the first death of anyone close to me, and after that I cried for an hour, even while I was still on the phone. Then all of a sudden; all I felt was a sort of responsibility to both him and his sister. The day after it happened I was due to be catching a train to go on holiday in the morning, but I took a detour to go and lay flowers for my friend first. There was a journalist there at the time and he asked questions. I didn't give my friends name out of respect for the family but I felt I needed to tell everyone what a wonderful person he was, but then my mood changed to anger when the journalist (who I know was probably just doing his job) started asking whether the crash was his fault, or if he was on drugs when I knew for a fact that he had been a back seat passenger. I called his sister again that afternoon and she thanked me for what I said about him in the newspaper, and once I got back home I went straight to see her where we worked and stayed there the rest of the day just reminiscing.
I grieved again at his funeral, but once it was over I felt strangely peaceful; I don't know if that's common since it's the first funeral I've attended. I visited his grave two weeks ago and it just felt like I was visiting an old friend, regardless of the fact that he was buried. But sometimes I do catch myself remembering how quickly I stopped crying when others were still crying around me, and I do wonder whether I accepted it too soon, even though I know we all cope differently.
My reaction varied over time. At first, I was shocked; this was the first death of anyone close to me, and after that I cried for an hour, even while I was still on the phone. Then all of a sudden; all I felt was a sort of responsibility to both him and his sister. The day after it happened I was due to be catching a train to go on holiday in the morning, but I took a detour to go and lay flowers for my friend first. There was a journalist there at the time and he asked questions. I didn't give my friends name out of respect for the family but I felt I needed to tell everyone what a wonderful person he was, but then my mood changed to anger when the journalist (who I know was probably just doing his job) started asking whether the crash was his fault, or if he was on drugs when I knew for a fact that he had been a back seat passenger. I called his sister again that afternoon and she thanked me for what I said about him in the newspaper, and once I got back home I went straight to see her where we worked and stayed there the rest of the day just reminiscing.
I grieved again at his funeral, but once it was over I felt strangely peaceful; I don't know if that's common since it's the first funeral I've attended. I visited his grave two weeks ago and it just felt like I was visiting an old friend, regardless of the fact that he was buried. But sometimes I do catch myself remembering how quickly I stopped crying when others were still crying around me, and I do wonder whether I accepted it too soon, even though I know we all cope differently.
I was eating with my friends in a restaurant one winter. In the middle of conversation, we saw a man run past the windows and fall into a hole that opened into the river (the restaurant was in Milwakee, next to the river).
He had been persued by the police. Apperantly he had snatched a purse or something. Anyway, the police couldn't find him, but they were told that he fell into the river. The paramedics came and found his body, though he had died from the cold.
I was sad afterwards. But death, no matter how horrible or tragic, happens every day. So, I just shrugged it off.
He had been persued by the police. Apperantly he had snatched a purse or something. Anyway, the police couldn't find him, but they were told that he fell into the river. The paramedics came and found his body, though he had died from the cold.
I was sad afterwards. But death, no matter how horrible or tragic, happens every day. So, I just shrugged it off.
Well, there was a big plane crash recently up in Resolute Bay, Nunavut, Canada. 12 deaths, and 3 survivors.
Just so happens I have two friends up there for the summer and they saw it happen. One of them had to put a 5 year old girl in a body bag, which according the the other friend, fucked him up badly.
Just so happens I have two friends up there for the summer and they saw it happen. One of them had to put a 5 year old girl in a body bag, which according the the other friend, fucked him up badly.
I'm a vet tech student and I've also worked in clinics and research, so I've seen and held dying animals (including helping with euthanasia and packing away bodies). It's not pleasant. Never saw a human die or be killed, though I can't imagine it would be nice either. Also saw a relative shoot barn cats and kittens (both healthy and sick).
There was once an old dog coming in for a cough and white gums. All the signs pointed to heart failure, though the owners wanted some time to think over putting her down. They paid, left, and then returned 5 minutes later with the dog pretty much minutes from death. It was awful. Felt so bad for the dog and her owners.
There was once an old dog coming in for a cough and white gums. All the signs pointed to heart failure, though the owners wanted some time to think over putting her down. They paid, left, and then returned 5 minutes later with the dog pretty much minutes from death. It was awful. Felt so bad for the dog and her owners.
2 years ago I get home from work, say hello to my wife and my 6 week old daughter. 10 minutes later I was a widower and a lone father. I don't really want to recount exactly what happened but it was the result of her having a c-section and a genetic clotting disorder.
The medics arrived in under 5 minutes from when she started having trouble breathing but there was nothing they could do.
The medics arrived in under 5 minutes from when she started having trouble breathing but there was nothing they could do.