Shaking heads – um um um – such a shame. Looked so vibrant when last we saw it as if it could go on forever. I talked to it not two weeks ago. Shaking heads – no words. Well what happened to it? Ahhhh…the magic question.
It laid there in that final case looking like nothing beat it up, stomped on it, threw it around, or treated it like nothing. It was beautiful, pristine, and excellent. Who would ever know the many bumps in its history leading to its ultimate demise? I mean, it looked just fine, but the heart stopped. Just like that – ceased to beat. Doesn’t seem real to put all that loveliness in the ground. Shaking heads – tragic.
I heard it tried to stay alive, but if one heart chamber is doing all the work of the others, sooner or later, it will give out. Is THAT what happened here? I don’t know, chile.
Another heard that when the condition got critical, a part of it tried to get help. Screamed for it even, but it was too late. It was so weak, it couldn’t be heard above the loud silence of indifference. Is THAT what happened here? Could be…
Each time it appeared to have new life, a piece of the heart chamber would decide to go pumping elsewhere with the promise of return. A heart with an irregular rhythm is just as much a hindrance as the one with only one chamber working. So it skipped a beat and collapsed? Is THAT what happened here? Just specualting, but it’s possible.
Well, it’s still a terrible tragedy when one of these comes to an untimely demise for seemingly no reason that couldn’t have been avoided. The hard working chamber could have said, “Hey, I need your help. I can’t keep this alive without you.” Then there’s a choice – help and live or give out and die.
Welp, since we’ve all gathered at this here “sitting up,” the most educated guess is that the latter choice was made. Part of the poor thing was broken; another – hardened arteries (nothing new could come in), yet another didn’t get enough quality nutrients to keep it going so it quit.
We come to mourn a friendship or any relational unit that has gone on to parts unknown. It looked so much like a friendship should; only problem is it was completely empty. How sad and unfortunate when part of it did everything it knew how to keep life going, but sooner or later, the defibrillator had to be put up. Don’t call clear. Call the time of death.