Death is a tough topic regardless of age. It’s tough to deal with the loss of a friend or family member, and it’s really tough to explain death to a child. When my dog died recently, my son, Jose, elevated death to his new favorite topic for discussion.
JOSE: Why did Maggie die?
ME: Because she was sick.
JOSE: Why was she sick?
ME: Because sometimes when animals get old they get sick and there isn’t medicine that will make them feel better.
JOSE: Was she really old?
ME: Yes. Maggie was a very old dog. She was so old she had white hair.
JOSE: Like grandma?
ME: Yes, like grandma.
Flash forward to the grocery store checkout lane when Jose spots an elderly woman with white hair, turns to her and asks…
10 years ago I adopted Maggie from a local shelter. Since then she has provided me with countless memories. She’s been a great companion to my family and a great friend to all who met her. I’ll miss you Mags.
A fire broke out at a D.H. Griffin recycling facility in Greensboro, NC. Thanks to the wind and the depth of the material the fire burned all afternoon.