Hail rained down on our community several days before. It punched holes in our siding, and left divits in our cars. As the hail fell, all ran for cover. When it had passed by, everyone came out of their houses to survey the damage. Today on my walk I saw a number of dead animals that may have been killed in the torrent of ice balls. I'm sure many ran for cover. Some were not so lucky. What was alive and vibrant before, now lay there like litter strewn about.
We are all marching through life on our way to death. To feel better about our lives, we factor death out of our lives. We can acknowledge that we will die, but we don't believe it. Enjoying life is important. But it will end soon enough. We can't stop hail and we can't stop death.
Maybe that is what funerals are. Maybe it is a time when everyone comes out of their shelter and surveys the damage.
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