While I was in a class recently, the teacher brought up the case of Joyce Vincent in order to make a point. Joyce was a young woman who died in her North London apartment in 2003. Incredibly, her body wasn't discovered for three years. For three years, no one seemed aware she was gone from this life. Joyce was discovered during an eviction event due to nonpayment of rent. Her remains were found on the sofa. The television was still on. There was a pile of mail on the floor that had been delivered through the mail slot. She had a family, friends, associates. Didn't anyone miss her? This is a haunting case, and it raises so many questions about how lives in this society can be so disconnected from others.
One of the things that came to mind were the words of my late father to his children: "I know you children are grown and on your own, but remember to keep in touch and let somebody know where you are."
Think about this: if you were out of touch/missing for an unusual amount of time, who would be the first person to come looking for you? If you can automatically name that person, with conviction, you are blessed. Some of us are so blessed that we can name many people who'd come looking for us, right? More blessings.
Info about the Joyce Vincent docudrama can be found at www.dreamsofalife.com
Take care. Stay connected.
Sylvia
www.sylviabrownroberts.com
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