Do not pass by my epitaph, traveler.
But having stopped, listen and learn, then go your way.
There is no boat in Hades, no ferryman Charon
No caretaker Aiakos, no dog Cerberus.
All we who are dead below
Have become bones and ashes, but nothing else.
I have spoken to you honestly, go on, traveler,
Lest even while dead I seem talkative to you.
– Ancient Roman Epitaph
It would be nice if I could filter death, compartmentalize the reminder of mortality and pain and move on. Instead, it seems to stay with me, whispering the images in my mind, creating a mental scene that I hope is worse than the truth.
So when the cattle died out west, and I drove past them on the interstate, their bodies lying against the fence, one with her head against the wood post leading her nose to the sky, I couldn’t stop, I just had to drive.
I thought of their fear and confusion as they traveled with the wind, and wished more than anything for a Superman to come down and put Mother Nature in her place.
That is why I haven’t blogged about it. I am eternally unforgiving of random senselessness.
You know what else has been going on in this girl’s world? Combining.
Lots and lots of combining.
Lots and lots of gardening.
I dug up a row of sweet potatoes, regular potatoes and carrots this weekend. So much dirt goodness.
Well, I hope you have a wonderful Halloween. I am loving the nostalgia it brings. Talk to you soon.