This is how it started. It was raining. I had sent the kids outside, of coarse. "Here is your drink, and a snack, now go play in the rain." Hazel came inside, all excited, "We found a new garbage can outside!" I ignored it and went on with whatever very important thing I was doing. Then outside for a stroll in my expansive back yard. As I walk by the side if the house, I discover the garbage that Hazel had mentioned earlier. It was the window well, that suddenly seemed so deep. I decided to tackle this problem by going into the basement, opening the window (it is missing the screen, I am sure it was like that for a teenager to easily sneak out. Hey, it made me want to sneak out.) So I open the window,hoist myself up into the window seal, lean out to pick up all the garbage. I start picking up the old leaves and other debris that has accumulated. I find a strange bundle, that I avoid, but my curiosity leads me completely out the window to get a closer look.
I figure that finding skeletal remains in your yard is on par with building your house over an Indian graveyard. I wonder how the pair of them found their way into the window well? I wonder what their last moments were like. Did the water just keep coming in, and they couldn't climb their way out of the steep sides? Were they holding each other? I believe that when they realized it was over, they did.
Singing our family song
4 days ago