The police scanner was running in the background a while ago. I heard a policeman urgently radioing for EMS to come to a certain road. Someone had been run over. I recognized the place, which was near a particular buffalo ranch I’m familiar with. Hm. So I started praying quietly for the person, which is what I usually do in that kind of situation. You hear the LifeFlight helicopter coming in, you pray some more, you get on with your day, keeping an ear on the radio and an eye on FB…
It took a while for FB to catch up. A friend of mine posted that her husband had just been run over. Then a bit later, she reported that he had passed away. I cried. I was sad for him, to get taken away in such a senseless accident. I was sad for my friend, to lose her husband so abruptly. I was just sad, period.
The details came out over the next few hours/days. He had gotten out to close the gate, and the truck’s brake wasn’t engaged properly, and it rolled over him. It knocked him down, and it crushed his chest. He was alive for about 30 minutes, waiting for LifeFlight, talking with the other ranch hands. I can’t remember if he died at the hospital, or if he died en route.
I was scrolling through his FB page, checking out his posts for the last year or two. He was an older gentleman-- he was wrestling with the idea of aging, deteriorating. He was a vigorous outdoorsman-- he was having trouble with the idea of being cooped up in a nursing home, being limited by poor health, not being able to do the stuff he loved.
More details came out. About an hour before he died, he had visited his wife at work and had given her a hug and kiss and told her he loved her. When he died, his last words were to tell her that he loved her. Also when he was lying there, waiting, he was able to feel that he had wrenched his ankle— but he didn’t feel the pain of blood loss and a crushed chest. He didn’t grow old, or weak, or infirm, or need people to help keep him clean and fed. He died with his favorite pet (who rode in the truck with him) at his side, surrounded by the buffalo he loved to work on the ranch, in the great outdoors, in a place that he loved, with two friends at his side.