See how the mighty have Fallen.

It was with heavy hearts that we stood there staring down at the freshly dug soil. The wind blew my hair as I turned to look up at the afternoon sky. Fall, what a fitting name for this season’s day. Yet, through the sadness I found myself smiling. I would remember this day for all time. So would my daughter as she stood so distraught, pondering what had just occurred. Death was hard to explain to a child and I wonder if she would truly understand that he wouldn’t come back.
It had been my son’s fault but, he was too young to understand what he had done. I would never blame him. After all, a roly-poly was a fragile creature. Bless his heart, I told him to be gentle. He just touches too hard sometimes. I patted him on the head as my daughter sang the “ABC’s” for the dead roly-poly. He had been a good friend to her.
God bless that little poly and may he rest in peace.