A few weeks ago, my niece's cat, Simba, got hit by a car. We tried to prepare the boys, but this morning they found the grave. Logan, in a state of denial, wanted to make excuses on why Simba could still be alive. Then he just wanted to sit by the grave and wait for Simba to come back. Finally, we picked ourselves up out of the grass and moved on to other pursuits.
Lives live on in the stories we tell. Until all is made new.