When Mortis comes to call ~
Long ago, when my sister and I were growing up on the farm, we often were given the duty of entertaining/watching the whole flock of cousins visiting grandma. ( We were the oldest of the grandchildren. ) Which was fine, because all of us got along well and enjoyed playing fantastic games in the vast basement of my grandma's house. We were all close, and stayed close as we got older in life.
The other day I got news that one of my younger cousins was in a wreck. He rolled his jeep so much and so fast that he was thrown out the canvas roof and killed instantly. He was my Mom's nephew, and the funeral is this Saturday. All of us cousins are meeting at the church and we'll probably carry the coffin.
Such is the secrets of fate in the world today. You never know when Mortis will pay a visit to you.
The other day I got news that one of my younger cousins was in a wreck. He rolled his jeep so much and so fast that he was thrown out the canvas roof and killed instantly. He was my Mom's nephew, and the funeral is this Saturday. All of us cousins are meeting at the church and we'll probably carry the coffin.
Such is the secrets of fate in the world today. You never know when Mortis will pay a visit to you.