Day 038/365 - Graveyard Stroll
I am rational enough to realize that life is just a series of unconnected random events and it's us humans that are trying to find patterns that aren't there. However sometimes things occasionally make you think otherwise.
Me and my mom buried Shadow at my mom's house today. For the morning, the sky was clear and nice for a winter day. I get to her house, dig the hole and then we leave to pick him up from the vets. On the drive back home, a dark, heavy storm cloud rolls in and it starts to pour buckets - excessive rain even for Seattle. We put him in the ground, scatter in some sage and I start to fill in the hole. Two or three shovelfuls of dirt and there is a massive, window rattling thunderclap. Just the one, and that was it.
I'm not a superstitious man, but damn - I have to admit that it was well timed. . . .