The wake of death is a mountain. Our ankles roll in crags that are love and loss and confusion and anger and time and memory. Cancer should have not stripped the strength away from our friends. The cold should not have come to take away our fathers. Razors should not have bled the life from our lovers. Age should not have claimed the youth in our grandparents’ eyes.
Death was not always a part of life. It did not always come to reap a harvest.
Nor will it forever reign.
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We took our girl to a puppy Easter Egg Hunt. She loved it. Especially once she actually figured out there were doggy treats in the eggs.