death stinks

I came home from Harrodsburg to another dead possum in the backyard. 

That's never good or pleasant.

When I got close enough to scoop it into a bag I knew it wasn't fresh.

It was ugly.

It stunk. 

I went to soccer practice,

leaving the possum to deal with afterwards.

Almost every time I am on the street behind Waters Hall at KCU

my eyes are drawn to the place on the hill where Bill's body is buried.

I don't often stop.

Today I thought I saw something out of place.

It looked like something had blown in front of it.

When I got close I realized all was as it should be.

It has been almost 7 years since we were here with a casket in front of us,

that's a long time,

but today it was fresh.

As I removed the faded flowers from the top of the headstone I thought,

"This is not what should be." *

Death stinks.

*I am not questioning God.

I do not blame God for Bill's death.

God is the Creator and Sustainer of life and all things good in life.

I am angry at  Satan and sin.

That is the source and cause of death and all things not good.