Country roads
Helped some friends yesterday move and anchor some machinery and ended up finishing early, so I headed home. I took backroads and enjoyed it a good deal.
I drove by the house where my cousin Charlie murdered my uncle Richard. I haven’t been there since Richard was alive- overgrown and a mess, it was always well groomed when he was alive.
sad, really. Sad also that hs murderor has been retried and found to be incompetent to stand trial and may once again walk the streets.
There is no justice, said Death. There is only me.
“And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
Life is tough. Its mystery’s are not ours to solve.
Death waits for us all.
“…no-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away… The span of someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.â€
― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
Sorry about your uncle.
And the other stuff the memory likely dredges up.
Glad you had a chance to enjoy the backroads a little though. That’s always nice.
Did you grow up around Lowell?
Cedar Lake, Fred. Took my driving test in Lowell.