I’ve always liked the expression, warning shot across the bow meaning, a statement or gesture intended to scare someone into changing their course of action. It’s nautical of course, but very powerful when used metaphorically.
One of the young women working at the library I belong to died suddenly leaving everyone who knew her in a state of shock and bewilderment.
In the main foyer, they have what I irreverently refer to as, the guess who died table, usually reserved for writers who pass, last one being P. D. James.
I was stunned when this young girl’s picture and dates were displayed upon it in a mourning frame.
She was 39.
It’s odd when emotions take the lead, bursting into involuntary tears surprising the head librarian. He said they got a call saying she had died claiming no other information.
Of course one’s thoughts when someone so young passes immediately goes to suicide, especially if no one states otherwise. If it was due to natural causes, why not simply say so.
By not saying, they seem to say everything.
I knew she had a chord of melancholy recognizing a kindred spirit when I see one. You’d notice it while in repose sadness simmering around her big brown eyes. When she smiled though, how the sun would shine.
M loved Carmela the basset hound. When I’d bring her in whomever was at the desk would call her and how I’d laugh when she’d come charging down the stairs. I’d let the leash go so Carm, without pause, would run to greet her. Once I said it was like having a fat, frisky slinky come a’ callin.
Before this news, I was in a very unhinged state due to series of small upsets I just couldn’t shake.
But being reminded how fate can step in taking you when you least expect it felt like cold water thrown at me.
It was that warning shot across the bow I sorely needed, though at much too high a price.
Life is short…despite religious beliefs of an afterlife when we all come back graced, happy and wrinkle free, we really don’t know. This could very well be it, and those small upsets mar the time we have left.
M’s passing and the tears I’ve shed for her have surely changed my course of action.
Happiness is a decision we make while gratitude and grace walk alongside.