Bagpipes sing on crusted snow


While I cross a foggy field, a bell tolls from a 160 year old stone church. Bagpipes sing while icy rain falls on crusted snow.

I sink up to my knees in an old (or current) ground hog house under a muddy corn field.

Covering funerals that I haven’t been invited to and have no knowledge about is a challenge.

On the one hand, I want to respect the family’s wish. On the other hand, I don’t want a single person to pass from this earth without public recognition that they were important and people cared about them.

In these cases, I have learned to tread lightly, park far away and ask few questions.

After a busy morning of quick decisions, I stand knee deep in a ground hog hole in the misty ice. A moment to stop and think, hear the bell toll and bagpipes sing their tribute.

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