Reflecting on a tragedy
November 26, 2011 - 10:42AM
THE difference between life and death can be a second. For James Cross, a second was all it took for the driver of a black BMW to open her car door into the path of his bicycle, propelling him under the wheels of a passing five-tonne truck.
One second earlier and he would have continued down Glenferrie Road, Hawthorn, and on to Caulfield, for a bus to Monash University's Clayton campus to attend his law classes. One second later and he'd have slammed on his brakes and put nasty dents in both his bike and a stranger's car door.
But on the morning of March 17 last year, time wasn't on James Cross' side. The three witnesses who rushed to cradle his broken body didn't know they were nursing him through the final moments of his life. They didn't know of the jokes his friends made of the way he sprawled his belongings across the Monash University law library: musical instruments, books, MP3 player, sheet music. Of how he roamed the family home playing a ukulele, serenading his mother with Charlie is a dentist, a whimsical ode to his grandfather that he also performed with his band, Snowy Belfast. And they didn't know that 18 months later, his parents would sit in tears in the Coroners Court, in the final chapter of their attempt to understand how their beloved son was killed.
Still, without even knowing James' name, three strangers told him that he was very loved; he just had to keep fighting.
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