YOU WERE DEAD, YOU KNOW!

May 27 , 2007

I wrote this one because I needed to process the absurd, fragile line between life and death—how one minute, someone’s gone, and the next, they’re sitting up and cracking jokes like nothing happened. That call shook me, not because it was dramatic, but because it should’ve been the end. Everything about it said he was dead. And then… he wasn’t. It rattled something loose in me—made me question how much control we really have out there. I remember coming back to the station, sitting in the rig, and just staring at the dashboard for a long time. This post was my attempt to wrap my head around the surreal and the sacred, and the fact that sometimes, we bring people back—but they never really know what we carried to do it.