Mom, That’s a Dead Body

I’ll admit it, vacation was long.  I tried to stay cheery in the blog, pretending that every day went splendidly, but it was a total lie.  On the grayest of days, when rain was about to spit out of the sky like nasty chew at a Teamster’s convention, it finally happened, my kids were exposed to the realities of life.  It went kind of like this:

“I’m starving, why can’t we eat? Let’s go to Whole Foods.  I want sushi. I’m bored,” my daughter said as I gripped the wheel of my car wondering who on earth invented April vacation.

“We’re going home for lunch,”  I muttered, waiting for the whine that was sure to erupt from the back seat.

“Mom…” My son said, voice low.  “I think that’s a dead body.”

“What?” I frantically peer around.  “I don’t….” A slow realization hit me because there under a sheet was a clear outline of a body.  “Ohh…”

My daughter groaned, “How do you know that person is dead?”

“Well, it’s not moving and a sheets over the face.”

Indeed, the body on the stretcher underneath the white sheet was obviously dead, right there on the side of the road, in the middle of April freaking vacation.

Last year during April vacation, we traveled to Baltimore where we visited the Children’s Museum.  Here, my son was totally flipped out by this really cool Ancient Egypt exhibit. It did have creepy adventure music and dark alleyways and mummies, but it was obviously fake stuck between the water room and the Curious George exhibit.  Still, scary.

So, yes, it’s vacation week.  It’s raining.  We’ve just seen our first dead body together.  But, that is life.  I took a big breath and said, “Yes, that person is obviously dead.”

My daughter replied, “I’m officially freaked out.”

“Me too….” came the second voice from the back seat.

Now, let me first say that it wasn’t my first choice, seeing a dead body on the side of the road in the middle of the day, but it is a reality of life.  There is a time that everyone needs to face what happens on the other side of the tracks and that was my kid’s day.

“Can we still get sushi?” Came a small voice from the back seat.

“Okay,” I say looping the car around the block. “Life’s short.”

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8 Responses to Mom, That’s a Dead Body

  1. Jeanne Zulick Ferruolo says:

    Very funny, Julie! (Well except for the dead person part). I’m right with you on April vacation — it was fun but it would have been nice if the weather got above freezing. Love the Teamster reference! Ha!
    jeannie

  2. Lenore Diane says:

    Julie, my Easter weekend drove me batty! I commend you for staying on the cheery side for a full week! Nothing like death to show you what is important in life. I would have asked to stop for ice cream, but if one prefers sushi – so be it. (smile) Thank you for sharing a little reminder of life.

  3. Lenore, I know. What are the chances of that little life lesson? Geeze! I think this stuff happens because I blog about it. Crazy material though. Thanks for stopping by.

  4. kathy jones says:

    I LOVE how kids just say what is on their mind!!!!!! Fantastic post :) congrats on hitting that dead body milestone…LOL

  5. Mary Jane Rowan says:

    Stand by Me came to mind immediately. And how about Richard Peck’s A Long Way from Chicago. The opening line is something like “You wouldn’t think we’d have to leave Chicago to see our first dead body” And then a very funny story ensues about Shotgun Cheatham. (Shotgun Cheatham’s Last Night Above Ground, or something like that.) Your kids might be the right age to hear these stories. They are good for kids and adults.

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