Squirrel Thoughts–Pensively Disturbed Today

Warning. The squirrel is deep in reflection today. Pensively disturbed. Thinking. You see, we attended a memorial service yesterday for my husband’s cousin. David was only a year older than Dennis. His passing was sudden, unexpected until a month ago when he noticed some leg swelling. And the doctors diagnosed him with an untreatable and aggressive primary liver cancer. Death has a way of toying with the living. Tossing and tumbling thoughts and emotions and memories. We lingered at the cemetery in the late afternoon. Spent quiet time at the fresh dirt-covered, flower-sprayed grave and wandered among the other family headstones, and Dennis told me stories again of the people there. We visited his parents’ grave and noted where we will one day rest. And...