A Death In A River

 Posted by on April 5, 2010  Add comments
Apr 052010
 

As we cross the new bridge, bracing ourselves against the wind, we hear sirens.

Three fire engines.  Four police cars.  An emergency tender.  An ambulance.

We look out across the Shannon, to the north bank, and the river rescue people launch two high-speed ribs.

In this weather, the Shannon basin heaves and throws.  I know this water well.  It has taken my friends.

Two more police vehicles arrive.  Jeeps pull up on the footpath.  A cop arrives on a motorbike.

At the other side of the bridge, four young lads run up to the railing.  They’re in black suits, like they came from a funeral, but it’s too early for that —  maybe they were at a debs.  They wear earrings, and they talk into mobiles.  They text.

Two older men run past, talking into mobiles.  Older men my age.  Older than the boys with their raw, unformed faces.   They look into the river.  They talk to the lads.  They phone.  They text.

We feel like voyeurs and we walk on.  We don’t want to see what the boats will find, so we walk on, across the bridge and we walk on down the other bank.  O’Callaghan Strand.

A helicopter comes with a huge throbbing and hovers over us: a huge, red Sikorsky chopper.  It moves up and down the river, upstream of the search and we wonder why.

Why are they searching up there? Wouldn’t ..?

We meet an old man.  I suppose someone jumped, he says.

I become an old man.  For the first time in my life, I become the generation that made me and I tell him, They could have slipped.

He looks at me.  He shakes his head.  No, he says, and I think he’s right.  No.

God love them, we both say, though I believe in no God and perhaps neither does he.

We walk on, down Clancy Strand, where neighbours stand by the quay wall and talk to each other, and to us.

God love them.

We walk on across Thomond Bridge, past King John’s Castle and down by the courthouse to Arthur’s Quay.  Here comes the chopper again. The big chopper and here come the high-speed ribs.  They know something.  They converge on the chopper.

I don’t want to see what they find.  I’ve seen enough of this in my life and I don’t want to see any more.

They converge and the chopper hovers but I don’t want to see.

There are family.  There are friends.  There are sisters and brothers.

I hate myself for wishing I’d brought my camera.

It’s all shit.

We walk on.

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UPDATE

Now we know his name.  He helped us us on the Haiti project.

One of the good guys.

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  10 Responses to “A Death In A River”

Comments (10)
  1.  

    Brilliant piece of writing there Bock.

    It saddened me greatly to hear of this news this morning. I am weary of hearing of young and older taking to the river in recent times.

    There appears to be great sadness in some peoples lives and I hope I can feel empathy for people and listen to their stories. We’ve all experienced struggle and strife and hopefully have grown stronger because of it. But for some it evidently is too much at a particular time.

    Hopefully we can learn to love and support each other through lifes troubles.

    My condolences to his family and friends.

  2.  

    I was passing there yesterday as this was happening with a young kid, he wanted to stop and innocently have a look at the chopper. Knowing what was almost certainly going to happen i couldn’t. Like you, i’ve seen too many friends pulled out of that river. I wish you’d cover more of these tragic events, it gives them more meaning then the run of the mill local paper accounts.

  3.  

    I hope they found him, Bock?
    The Lee has a ferocious history of not letting go, adding terribly to people’s suffering.

  4.  

    The body was recovered.
    Your writing in this is exceptional.

  5.  

    Always carrying yer camera is a sure way to have nothing news worthy of happening in yer life, trust me as I always carry mine, there are far better ways to go than a river that is the sad part.

  6.  

    sad sad piece Bock ,these stories d ont even make the local papers anymore . reading it i was on the bridge with you , heartfelt writing .

  7.  

    A great great guy,I feel sick to the stomach may he rest in peace

  8.  

    Great writing, the talented Mr Bock

  9.  

    That is a beautiful piece of writing.That river has taken a few aquaintances and a friend from me.I can’t blame the river though.

  10.  

    so sad; feelings well conveyed, Bock.

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