Death leans in close these days

de mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est

José Emilio Pacheco, famous Mexican poet dies January 26. The cause – cardiorespiratory arrest. He had been hospitalized on Saturday after falling and hitting his head.

Last night I briefly attended a wake for the sister of the cousin (Pancho) who lives next door. I left before it got too late. That means I left before the family priest said a few words and  the arrival of the mariachis. I just cannot be a tourist during these times. I was not even going to go except, I kinda know Pancho felt that it would be appropriate to show him some support.  His sister’s death was very sudden- a double tragedy for the family. It follows quickly after the death of her father who passed in December. All she did was fall, hit her head just so, and… embolism/edema and that was it. Age and alcohol were a factor, but wow. How all it can take is one knock in the right place and everything goes sdfjkgber.

Then the famous actor death pops up on all the feeds attempting to eclipse a single post from a New York friend that his mother died…

Did you see my last post!?

Hiya Death! ¿Qué pasa?

Yeah.

Was that Just Death?

Bring out your dead.

Last evening, just as Human and I went out for our customary walk, I felt an uneasiness come over me. And I could not associate it with anything happening in me, or in my life. Usually I can attribute my anxieties to something, but this? I mean it, was no destruction of  Alderaan, but… it was sudden and there and the best I could do was ignore it.

Fast forward to early afternoon.
I come out of the shower to be informed that a dead body was found in the lot next to our house! One of the local drunks slipped into the deepest of all stupors and his body had been discovered by fellow bums passing through. They had the folks working in the storefront call it in. Hair still dripping, I made a dash for my camera…

While peering out door at the ‘investigators’ go about their work, I posited that maybe this was cause of the dread from the night before. I felt Death come for this poor man. Maybe.

And I ask it, I ask for the billionth time: What is this Jedi skill good for?! There was nothing that I could have done. So why the burden of feeling?!