To the Editors:
On Sept. 4, 2015, a part of me died. It was similar to the day that Cecil the Lion’s murder hit the news — feelings of grief, anger and most of all despair — as if everything precious in life had no value and, in fact, life itself was almost without meaning.
What was the most beautiful sight in the world only a few months ago is now the most heartbreaking. They weren’t stolen, they weren’t vandalized nor were they harmed by the elements. They were put into storage for nine months. The very generous and educated organization that purchased and placed the five AEDs (automated external defibrillators) on the Wilton playing fields has every right to protect them during their “off” season. However, what is truly horrifying is that the Town of Wilton has not come forward to put alternate AEDs in their place.
Yet, children’s sports continue and people jog and walk by these black-bag-covered posts oblivious to the fact that only the skeletal remains of life-saving devices are hidden underneath. The coverings are a body bag of sorts.
Against the backdrop of several underground sprinklers keeping the fields green, the irony is overwhelming. I guess it is true what they say — the grass is always greener on the other side. Survivors of cardiac arrest have in fact reported visions of green fields, the grass blowing in a light breeze.
For all who have been saved from and for all who have been lost to cardiac arrest, what an intolerable sight — grief is all I feel.
The new town signs, the lamppost flower baskets that are meticulously watered by paid town employees, the smooth sidewalks and the soon-to-be Miller-Driscoll McMansion give the appearance that all is perfect in the Town of Wilton. It’s wonderful to know that we have such a beautiful town to die in.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die when I’m wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
28 Stonecrop Lane, Sept. 6
To the Editors: