This is my last post about death for a while. I promise. Well, my last post about death until someone else dies I guess... Death is pretty common in my line of work. I don't even know how to write about this one. It wasn't a client I knew particularly well, but something about her death just struck me. She was found a block away from a shelter, frozen. She had no shoes, no jacket, no purse.
Frozen.
None of us knows what happened exactly. She could have been turning a trick and jumped or been thrown from a vehicle. She could have been drinking, passed out and robbed. Perhaps she was jumped for her jacket and was beaten. There's something about the idea of her being left out in the cold that gets me though, a block away from shelter, a block away from help.
The media never got wind of her death, or if they did, they didn't care. There's no sensation about a homeless woman dying. No media blitz, no excitement and reformed policies. Maybe it's better that way though. I'm glad there's no spectacle, but still...
Frozen.
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