Da’s Memorial Service
Exhaustion isn’t the word for the way I feel now. Death is so complicated that if you’re not careful it will kill you.
The memorial service was held yesterday after only 10 days – a whirlwind of grief and remembrance that ends with even more tears and complete exhaustion. Some quick thoughts:
Da was a kind and gentle man – unless you were a squirrel. You see, Da was a gardener and any home gardener knows how destructive squirrels can be. He tried everything to keep the squirrels away from his tomatoes and peppers, but in the end he resigned himself to finding half-eaten green tomatoes strewn around the yard and on the driveway.
Da kept a loaded air pistol at the ready in the garage. I don’t know if he ever used it, but I wouldn’t hold it against him if he did being a gardener myself.
A squirrel appeared at the door. It stopped and looked inside the funeral home. I watched him and could almost hear it say “He was a worthy opponent”. It stood there for a few moments and disappeared. I didn’t see another squirrel the rest of the day.
Yes, there is honor among even the most die-hard enemies.
