I have a dead hamster in my freezer.
Before you think me crazy let me explain. Unlike the bright green blade of grass circling the table, my yard is currently still snow covered and frozen. That makes the task of digging a grave, even a small hamster sized one, a challenging task. Hence the hamster I mentioned. He’s in a green box awaiting the opportunity to find peace among the flowers.
Death is a weird subject when you’re a kid and my son has had his share of pets pass. It broke my heart to take the little black and white fur-ball from his cage and cover him with bedding and tuck him away with his favorite chew toy, all at the request of my son. He cried a little but we quickly moved on with Felix Junior and all way right with the world again.
People are a lot different than animals and my untimely passing is not something we’ve really discussed with our son yet. Statistically I won’t see him graduate high school, meaning I’ll most likely leave behind an emotionally charged preteen. This makes me wonder what item he might insist on tucking away in my final box to take with me and how easily he’ll be able to find his mommy junior and bounce back with the resilience kids have. Although deep down I’d never want him to be sad or suffer I hope he holds onto me for a long time, if not forever.

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