Darkness. Gloom. Deep mourning. Despair. An intense sadness. All hope is lost. These thoughts hang like a fog from the seat behind me, carried forward like fingers of the Grim Reaper as Rosalina whispers: “Someone died today”.
It was a travel day and things had been going fairly well. A few interesting turns over some high bridges but otherwise it was an uneventful trip. Eevee and I were talking about nothing in the front seat when we heard Rosalina’s whisper. “Oh no”, I thought. She’s seen something tragic, what happened!?
“Who died Rosalina”? That snapped her out of it a little.
“I don’t know, someone. Someone dies everyday. Someone also was born today. People are always dying and getting born everyday. It just happens”.
Deep thoughts with our autistic squirrel.