Good Friday
JOSE VANCE died today, March 25th, at 4:05 p.m., the exact time that historians attribute to the death of Christ. He was 62 years old and full of life before the accident drained it all away; his passing the result of massive hemorrhaging, both internal and external. He is survived by his wife, Fawn. His daughter, Nelly. And his granddaughter, Cordelia.
The irony in Mr. Vance’s death, however, has less to do with the timing in correlation to the age of Jesus, and more to do with the here and now. Having suffered for years with kidney failure, Jose had recently been the recipient of a brand new organ, compliments of his only daughter, Nelly Kingston, 36. After working with the St Lyons Research Hospital in Austin, Texas, for months, to secure a safe, effective transplant, the operation was performed one week ago today, March 18th. Nelly had always been willing. It was just a matter of following the proper procedures to ensure success. Both Nelly and Jose had recovered with no complications and the transplanted kidney was working effectively in the body of it’s new owner. Until this afternoon around 3:45.
His trio of women were all at the hospital to champion Jose and cheer his release back into population. A new man. Rested and revitalized and ready to take on the world with new vigor stemming from a perfectly healthy liver. Nelly commented that he seemed to feel better than she did, as he performed a little jig in the concrete intersection of State and Main, in front of the hospital. He hummed “Get Jiggy Wit It” as he moved his 62 year old legs like Michael Flately, Lord of the Dance. It was his last dance. The life left him almost immediately, as a late model Honda careened out of nowhere, ignoring the no-turn-on-red sign and striking him down.
The close proximity of the hospital would do him no good. As the three, who loved him most in the world, carried his now limp body back into the ER, they encouraged him, with hope, to hold on. However, at 4:05, as the doctors scampered to put together the broken pieces, the soul of Jose Vance left his body. The holy trinity sighed as he let a whisper escape - “It is finished”.
The irony in Mr. Vance’s death, however, has less to do with the timing in correlation to the age of Jesus, and more to do with the here and now. Having suffered for years with kidney failure, Jose had recently been the recipient of a brand new organ, compliments of his only daughter, Nelly Kingston, 36. After working with the St Lyons Research Hospital in Austin, Texas, for months, to secure a safe, effective transplant, the operation was performed one week ago today, March 18th. Nelly had always been willing. It was just a matter of following the proper procedures to ensure success. Both Nelly and Jose had recovered with no complications and the transplanted kidney was working effectively in the body of it’s new owner. Until this afternoon around 3:45.
His trio of women were all at the hospital to champion Jose and cheer his release back into population. A new man. Rested and revitalized and ready to take on the world with new vigor stemming from a perfectly healthy liver. Nelly commented that he seemed to feel better than she did, as he performed a little jig in the concrete intersection of State and Main, in front of the hospital. He hummed “Get Jiggy Wit It” as he moved his 62 year old legs like Michael Flately, Lord of the Dance. It was his last dance. The life left him almost immediately, as a late model Honda careened out of nowhere, ignoring the no-turn-on-red sign and striking him down.
The close proximity of the hospital would do him no good. As the three, who loved him most in the world, carried his now limp body back into the ER, they encouraged him, with hope, to hold on. However, at 4:05, as the doctors scampered to put together the broken pieces, the soul of Jose Vance left his body. The holy trinity sighed as he let a whisper escape - “It is finished”.
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