A Matter Of Lamb And Death

It started with a dead lamb.

Felix and I were driving to collect half his Christmas present yesterday. The half we couldn’t collect was Felix as shepherd for the day. Corona lockdown put paid to that. The half we could was meat for the freezer from the farm.

He was holding the shrink wrapped lamb’s shoulder, inspecting the visible bloody droplets.

“I wonder what they do with the lambs that die?” Felix asks, as we’re driving home.

"Maybe they burn them” he muses.

We don't really talk about death very much. But it’s all around us.

During the car journey, we travelled from the lamb to burning funeral pyres of India, to celebrating life (even if unhappy about death).

And in talking about something so true, in sharing death, we are brought a little closer, more together.

In death, there is a lot of life -;)