- November 21, 2000
I saw my first dead body today. Edward George Mattis. It was an odd experience, as I didn’t know what to think of the whole situation. The body looked peculiarly peaceful, in a sort of unnerving way. I guess its because I’ve never seen a dead body before, but it just didn’t look right. For one, there was an odd looking smile on the pale green face, and the hands were folded in a nice manner over the front of his jacket. I felt like it was somewhat unreal, that a dead person would be all that happy, but that he wouldn’t be thinking anything at the moment. Now I’m just babbling, but it was a very odd experience.
I didn’t entirely know what to feel. I guess I should have felt sad, or been filled with sorrow. Then again, I didn’t know the guy, so I felt sadder over the fact that the family had to go through the painful time. The man was the dad of a good friend of mine; he died of a stroke. My friend, she was so sad, and so filled with grief, that that was what made me so sad. It was so hard to bear to see her filled with those kinds of emotions.
The one thing that I think about, which I know is a “when pigs fly” kind of thing, is that something like this shouldn’t happen to anybody. She is such a nice person, I’ve never met a nicer person, and something like this to happen is so hard to imagine. Their family has had great support though, and with Thanksgiving coming up, many friends have been more than willing to help out the family.
I don’t know why I’m writing this here, but I just felt like writing my thoughts.