Yesterday, while mowing the lawn I encountered a dead squirrel. It was just lying there, and had been dead long enough that rigor mortis had set in. I got a shovel from the garage, dug a hole, shifted the squirrel into the hole, and buried it. After that I resumed mowing the lawn.
When I got home last night, I poured out a drink for a deceased colleague. It wasn't anything super-fancy - an oversized cup of water with a packet of grape flavoring added - but that's what was on-hand. This colleague was a supervisor at work and had passed last week or the week before. I didn't know her well, but it still felt right to perform some gesture to honor her.
Life is short. Whether you are a squirrel or a human, life is short - too short. There simply isn't enough time to do everything, to see everything. And there are always other matters cropping up and getting in the way, distracting and hindering us.
Life always ends abruptly.
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