Musing on Nemo. 4/2011 ~ 4/2011
Eerily quiet.
We all have a dash. The space between our birth date and the day we die.
Unfortunately for our family, Nemo’s dash was very teensy.
This morning was one of those pleasant mornings. Those days when you are already late…only to have to dress, feed and drag a crying child to the car.
“Is he sleeping? My beta fish sleeps a lot.” This was our daughter. Good grief. Asleep?
Nemo lay motionless on his side on a pile of multi-colored gravel. His face still carried that scared look.
Yes, Nemo came into our lives a short 48 hours ago.
Joe wondered if he was so tiny that Nemo choked on a big flake of food. He vowed to break up all flakes from now on.
I bought that neon mountain for him yesterday. Do you think that gave off some poison gas that did him in?
Joe wants to pick Nemo’s replacement. Maybe find his brother or sister. We decided if we did find a family member, the party line is that Nemo left yesterday for some much needed R&R in the Turks and Caicos.
For now we are all just left with a bunch of questions….and an empty bowl in our lives.
