Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Tragedy in the Woods

A few weeks ago, a 62 year old woman went for a trail ride with her family from our barn. The barn does trail rides all the time. Usually one of the teen girls lead the ride with Matt or V, the barn boss, picking up the rear. They walk through a lot of protected land between 2 towns. People love them!

Unfortunately, tragedy struck this one day when the horse behind the woman's horse stepped on it's hoof, or nipped at it or something. Whatever happened, the horse bolted with the woman and the woman clipped a tree and died. Pure accident. Pure nightmare for all who witnessed it. Pure sadness all around.

When I was in grad school, I lived at home during the week and at the Cape on weekends. I came home from class one night to find a note on the counter from my dad that said something to the effect of "MJ is dead. At the L's house. Come over." How I got into my car and drove the 1/2 mile to their house, I don't know. All I remember is walking into the house, seeing the siblings and cousins sitting in one room, the dad in the hallway, the mom sitting at the kitchen table with friends and my parents. It was surreal and I was crying asking them if it was really true and pretty much being hysterical. My parents brought me into the living room, sat me down and gave me something very strong.

Evidently, MJ (16) had been skiing that afternoon with his school team at Waterville Valley, NH. All of us grew up racing for Waterville and skiing all the time. He had his helmet on, he was an expert skier and he just happened to catch an edge and fly backwards into the woods where he hit the back of his neck on a tree. He died instantly. It sucked. I was 7 years older than MJ, but I would always tease him that I was going to marry him when he got older. He was a great kid, with a beautiful smile and the nicest blue eyes.

So, of course, anytime someone dies from an accident, it always brings me back to the night of MJ. What this all has taught me is that life is short. You get one chance at life and you better do the things that you love and appreciate them. When it is your time, it's your time. I tried to explain this to the girls after the barn accident. Basically I told them that it was important to see the glass as half full and live and appreciate life and try to learn lessons from life's tragedies even though the lessons aren't often obvious.

Maybe tragedies are just a reminder that life is precious.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sad post, Sue but so true. I remember that night with MJ so clearly. The horse accident brought it back once again. You just never forget. Life is so short and so precious. Sometimes that is a hard lesson to learn. Sally, the mom.

Summer said...

Life is so fragile and unfortunate accidents really bring home that point. Some friends just lost their son who broke his neck from a fall at Disney where he worked. You just never know but can not live your life paralized with fear. I'm sorry for your loss of MJ, I can tell he holds a special place in your heart.

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

It's precious and fleeting and should be enjoyed as if every day could be your last.

So true...

Hallie

AirmanMom said...

Sadness is a way of reminding us to cherish our good moments. Life doesn't have to be outstanding and exciting all the time...good is good enough.
Thank you for this reminder.
~AM

Manic Mommy said...

That's awful. Death, if nothing else, is democratic.

Mary Ellen said...

This is a reminder that we need to cherish the lives we have. So sorry to hear about the tragic accident. Life is so fleeting.

Caution Flag said...

It does go quickly. Much too quickly.

k a t i e said...

That's terrible :( I'm so sorry you had to have something like that happen; but she was doing something she obviously enjoyed and I guess there's something to be taken from that.

Heather said...

That is so tragic. It's so hard to make sense of the things that happen like that.

You are absolutely right, life is so fleeting. And even years later, someone else's death can bring a sting of tears to your eyes, to remind you of a loss that you remember all too vividly.

(((((Hugs)))))

Melisa with one S said...

Have to enjoy every moment...

xoxo

Vodka Mom said...

wow. that was an amazing post- and I heartily agree.

Life's great tragedies remind us of how precious every moment is.


xoxox

Kori said...

I loved this post, even though it was sad, but as a reminder that not only are we all busy dying as we speak, we also don't have very many days left-there are no guarantess.

Mrs4444 said...

I think you're right. How terrible...

The night before Mark's dad died of a massive heart attack, he made dinner for us, and our last words to each other were, "I love you." You have to live each day with no regrets, because you just never know.