Yesterday was a sad one for our family. Hammie, my older daughter’s beloved hamster, died. I know that some people think of hamsters as disposable pets, but he was a really special little guy, a truly sweet and gentle friend, and will be greatly missed. Death is hard to reconcile at any age, but especially hard for children, who so unabashedly appreciate life. The irony of Hammie’s death coming right on the tail of our mouse eradication plan isn’t lost on me. Cruel cosmic justice, how you speak to my soul.
I shouldn’t laugh, but I am. I am not laughing at Hammie’s death, but rather how funny life can be, often at our expense.
Too true..
I keep listening to one of my favorite Regina Spektor songs (On the Radio)
“This is how it works
you’re young until you’re not
you love until you don’t
you try until you can’t
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath.
Yes, this is how it works
you appear inside yourself
you take the things you like
then try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into someone else’s heart
pumping someone else’s blood.
And walking arm in arm
you hope it don’t get harmed
but even if it does
you just do it all again.”