driving home from another dance class. Up the 2 mile stretch to our house. The drive we do day in and day out. Driving past the dead deer that had been hunted, slaughtered, and his remains left on the road...for all to see. Lazy hunter I guess. skin, fur, feet, legs, all the unwanted body parts. Apparently this hunter needed not to take anything but the meat and head. Is this trophy hunting? Apparently that is what was good. Seeing this my gut reminding me why I cant hunt or eat meat. Or maybe it is the fact that just 24 hours earlier within feet a handsome buck had us stopped in amazement. His beauty and strength. The laughter, smiles, from the back seat left us grinning. Now dead. What seemed to be abuse, no ceremony, no proper burial.
And that is when the chatter began. Death. Cremation. Cemeteries. I can tell this is a confusing thing for the boys. Dying means what exactly. And then Cedar decided the you get old and die...or as it should be. Dying of old age. How old when we die?"... Me.."you all have many adventures ahead." Thinking please let these kiddos have endless years of healthy, exciting adventures!
Then Cedar " How old is Great Grandma Ellen?" "Oh she is older 80 something..", Cedar "When is she going to die?" me "oh sometime but not now."
Orien pipped in "I don't want to die."....pause....."Mommy I don't want you to die.".....me "Oh I won't...with a tear hidden....and a conversation ended....
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nice article. I would love to follow you on twitter. By the way, did any one know that some chinese hacker had busted twitter yesterday again.
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