So there is something just a little macabre to be sitting outside a house in which you know someone is dead. And you also know there are several people working frantically to revive them. And that their family must be in there too and watching. Perhaps they are feeling in as much of a surreal state as I am. Probably much more so....
And I sit In the car and wait. Trying to decide if it's disrespectful to have my bare feet on the dashboard while kicking back with my phone. Kids In the back playing on their DS'.
A crack of chewing gum from the back makes me look up and I see my gay toenails waving in flagrant disregard for the solemnity that the occasion is demanding.
I guess the universe and life doesn't stand still. It just goes blissfully by. I wonder if the spirit of the CPR patient is watching. Perhaps reading this. Does the family notice me? Do they think its weird that I sit outside and wait? Does it add to their confusion?
And what do you say when your spouse comes back to the car? Humor. Definitely something funny.
Because as I said, it's macabre.
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