30 Days Of Truth: Day 6 – the thing you never want to do.

12 Dec

Something you hope you never have to do.

Would it be a total wimpout if I admitted that I don’t know the answer to this question? I’ve thought about it a lot, and I still don’t know what to type. There are a lot of things I never want to do again, but that’s not the question.

So I will tell you about something which happened at the weekend.

Last Friday, two women were discovered in a house, dead. At first, there was very little information, just a few pages online about a suspected murder. Usually, these sorts of news stories don’t interest me because I find them too personal, too much like peeking into somebody’s life – or death – and then throwing away the paper. It just seems wrong, somehow.

However, this incident interested me because it happened three minutes away from my house.

I live in a middle-sized seaside town. It’s not quite as pretty as it sounds; the beach is covered in grass and the tide rarely come in. Tacky shops selling candyfloss, ice cream and sun hats line the road to the pier. Our Christmas tree near the town hall is wonky. Still for all its faults, it’s a quiet place to live. We get plenty of crime, but rarely something which reaches national newspapers. Certainly not a murder.

A mother and her daughter were asphyxiated in their home. I have walked past their house hundreds of times, and been served in the local supermarket by the daughter.

I hope I never have to find somebody I love in that situation.

Day 01  Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02  Something you love about yourself.
Day 03  Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04  Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05  Something you hope to do in your life.

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17 responses to “30 Days Of Truth: Day 6 – the thing you never want to do.

  1. depressionavoyage

    December 12, 2011 at 2:31 am

    Something I hope I never have to do is to decide if someone I love and care for is taken off life support or remains on life support.

    • halfwaybetweenthegutter

      December 12, 2011 at 3:46 pm

      Actually, that’s a brilliant answer, and something I hadn’t considered. It must be one of the hardest things to do, and I know I’d want to hold out for a miracle despite medical advice and facts.

  2. faithhopechocolate

    December 12, 2011 at 8:33 am

    I can agree with not wanting to find someone you care about murdered. Heck, I think it would be hard enough just finding out they’ve died, never mind finding their body as well.

  3. The Quiet Borderline

    December 12, 2011 at 2:37 pm

    That’s awful.

    We shouldn’t take life for granted.

    The Quiet Borderline

    • halfwaybetweenthegutter

      December 12, 2011 at 3:43 pm

      Too true. It’s so strange that this happened so close to home, and that I’d been speaking to the daughter only a couple of weeks before. It’s uncomfortable to think about.

  4. mypathforward

    December 12, 2011 at 10:57 pm

    It is very uncomfortable. As you say in the post, takes it from media voyeurism to the personal. Tragic.

    • halfwaybetweenthegutter

      December 13, 2011 at 10:53 am

      It does. It makes me wonder just how I’d feel if the death of somebody I loved was reported in the news. I think it’d feel awful.

  5. The Paranormalist

    December 13, 2011 at 1:21 am

    Chilling. If an explanation is presented to you, will you share who, what and/or why? (Not that there’s ever any good reason for anything like this.)

    Your description of your town, in the paragraph that starts: “I live in a middle-sized seaside town,” is evocative.

    • halfwaybetweenthegutter

      December 13, 2011 at 10:50 am

      The lodger has been arrested on suspicion of murder, they were asphyxiated. The charges against him are moving very quickly, so the courts are taking it very seriously. As for why… I don’t think we’ll ever know. No reason would make sense anyway, I suspect.

  6. Astrid

    December 13, 2011 at 1:22 am

    I figure, how I do not like the words for Candy Floss. “Candy floss” reminds me too much of tooth-floss and in German and Polish it is “Sugar Cotton Wool” – I hate cotton wool – and in french it is “Fathers beard” (no need to comment on this one). I liked it best in Australian English once with “Fairy Floss” as the Fairy neutralized the “Floss” somehow, but now it dawns on me, that there is a tooth fairy and insofar it now doubles the dental floss thing.

    • halfwaybetweenthegutter

      December 13, 2011 at 10:51 am

      Sugar cotton wool, eugh :( That’s a horrible way of saying it! Fairy floss is nicer, but still a bit toothy, as you say. I love candyfloss, but the way it looks makes me feel a bit sick, it’s too close to cotton wool.

  7. Emilino Emloile

    December 15, 2011 at 9:18 pm

    I ponder on this topic a lot, actually. I look at the people I love and sometimes can’t help but wonder if they’ll ever keel over on me. Just leave me behind, just like that, snap.
    I always consider it a little far-fetched to think about that stuff — but, I mean, that stuff happens to people just like me. People who thought thinking about death was far-fetched.
    I’m just a kid, too, which doesn’t help. But even now I am missing someone way too much. That person isn’t dead, but that person left. Without so much as a good-bye. And I’m not mad. But I’m sad.
    And I pray to God that nobody I love — as much as that person who left — will ever, ever die.

    • halfwaybetweenthegutter

      December 16, 2011 at 3:15 am

      You’ve probably said before but my memory is awful – how are you, if you don’t mind me asking?

      Regardless of age, I think you have a very mature outlook on things, and I totally agree with your worries of people you love dying. I think about it more often than I should, but sometimes I wind myself up so much, wondering how it’d feel to lose somebody. I lost my stepfather a couple of years ago, and my uncle earlier this year, so I know how it feels to grieve… but I get scared of my mum dying. I can’t conceive of it. The idea of something happening to S breaks my heart.


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