A Somber Memory

Those of us who work, or have worked in emergency services or death care, all have our stories; those events that were etched into our memories, often in blood, never to fade until we ourselves take our last breath.

lizaThis is one of my stories and it goes back to 1976 when at the age of 16, I was only a relatively new “Junior Firefighter.”  The seeds has been planted, but I had received very little training. My father, who was the police chief in town, was taking me somewhere and we heard a call on the radio for a child struck by a car, near to where we were.  We quickly arrived and I was confronted by what I have come to know as  “The raw data of death.”  It was scarey and had a profound effect on me.  While the young girl was still alive, I remember that I thought she was not going to survive.  The expressions on the faces of the police officers and volunteer ambulance attendants conveyed a sense or urgency and fear.  At that time, and in a community as rural as Warren was in 1976, emergency care was pretty simple; put them in the ambulance, drive as fast as you can to the hospital and hope for the best.


Photo from “Find a Grave” website.

Her name was Liza Gumbar and she did die a few days later from her injuries.  I have driven  by the place where she was injured dozens of times over the years and not once did I forget  the way she looked as she laid there.

Several years ago, at a cemetery in an adjacent town while  looking for the grave of a recently deceased friend,  I came accross Liza’s grave. Over twenty years had passed and I had moved from the area, but was now again confronted with the images. The scab was ripped off.

Since then, whenever I was close by, I  would stop to remember and pray for the many folks I know who are buried there, especially Liza and I would think about how old she would be and what her life might be like had she not decided to go for a bike ride that afternoon?

Last week, on the day before Easter, I was in the car with my father (now 85) and we drove by another spot and he recalled  a young boy dying there after being hit by a car.  I had heard the story numerous times and it immediately made me think of Liza, so later that afternoon, I took a drive and visited the grave of the first person I had ever encountered with fatal injuries. . . forty one years ago.


Photo taken by me, April 15, 2017

To those readers who have worked in emergency services or funeral service, you probably  understand.  We get inserted into situations that are very dynamic, emotional and chaotic and our responsibility is to mitigate that chaos.  Sometimes we are successful,  but sometimes we are not.  Regardless of the outcome, there are some situations we will just never forget. In my 32 years in emergency services, there are many stories to tell.

It is also another somber reminder that “The next thing you know just might be the last thing you know.”  Liza got on her bike one afternoon  and as she came out of her driveway, was struck by a passing car and died of her injuries. It happened just that fast.

Keep that in mind as you look at your relationships and hopefully you are able to heal and complete those relationships before there is an “unforseen event.”





About Ray V.

Living in Aiken, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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11 Responses to A Somber Memory

  1. Claudia says:

    Thank you for sharing your sobering and emotional story. We must live in the moment, for we might night have the next one.

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  2. Ann Koplow says:

    Thanks for sharing all this, Ray.

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  3. It’s amazing how that day has stayed with you and it’s a powerful reminder not to take our loved ones for granted Ray. ❤
    Diana xo

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  4. Thank you Ray, for slowing me down to read this, and think of life. And thank you for your service in helping others.

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  5. You really struck a chord…..13 years ago on mother’s day my youngest two sons came very close to being another death statistic. A car pulled out in front of them on the way to church and my boys ended up flipping and rolling 7 times before landing upside down across a small creek. They were airlifted and turned out okay. When my oldest got married that same summer it was so joyous for so many reasons…..life being one of them. I drive past the place they crashed every time I go to town and breathe a prayer of thanks for their lives being spared. I am not sure how I would have coped losing two of my three sons. I am grateful I didn’t have to learn.

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  6. I have nominated you for an award if you wish to accept 🙂
    Thank you so much for sharing your amazing talent with us all – Keep up the great work.

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  7. Elisa Ruland says:

    What a story. – I immediately thought of this child’s parents…heartbreaking. A reminder to reflect on what’s important in life – a lesson you learned very early. Thanks for sharing this and for honoring Liza.

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