Today, I was perusing vintage photos on Pinterest and stumbled onto one that was taken in July, 1975. It was a photo capturing what would be the final moments of life for a female in her mid-20’s after a young toddler and she fell when a fire escape collapsed while they were waiting to be rescued from an apartment fire. The child survived the fall, but she did not.
I wondered what the day had been like for each of them before this tragic event. It possibly started off with each person doing something routine. Maybe she made breakfast and lunch for the young boy, washed clothes, or cleaned the house. Maybe he read storybooks or played with toys. Perhaps a favorite relative came to visit earlier in the day. Regardless of what routines the day had started with, the end was certainly anything but ordinary for both of them. Neither had any idea when they got up in the morning that within hours all of life would change forever. The young woman had no idea that that morning’s sunrise would be the last she would ever see.
None of us do.