Am I just weird...

Okay, so this is the thing. There was a turtle that lived in the pond in our neighborhood. Every once in a while this turtle would take a little trip - across the road. I don't know why the turtle crossed the road - maybe he had a girlfriend who lived across the street or maybe the grass was greener on the other side of the pond but whatever the reason every now and again he would cross the road and it wasn't a speedy deal since he was a BIG old turtle. He'd lumber along and the HoTY being the wonderful father that he is would patiently wait for our children to finish watching the turtle cross the road. Seriously, this is a true story :-) Anyway, one day last week I saw this lump in the middle of the road - it looked so bad I couldn't even look. I thought it was particularly nasty - well you know - ROAD KILL. Then the other night in bed the HoTY said someone had hit and killed the turtle and it looked like it was deliberate as the turtle wasn't in a spot where someone would have been driving (i.e. - NOT the middle of the road). It made me sad. And still I passed that bump in the road each day wondering what it was that had been hit, but again not looking close enough as it looked so gory. At the end of the week we were all in the car traveling the road past the road kill and the HoTY said "there's the turtle". It was the lump that I had been passing all week. I felt so bad for that turtle. Not only had someone hit him but he was destroyed. And now every time I pass that bump in the road - I get tears in my eyes. I KNOW! All for a turtle I didn't even know. So thank you Mr. Turtle, where ever you are. You led a good life - hanging out in the pond, crossing the road now and then, and filling my children with happiness, wonder and curiosity. I'm sorry you are gone.

I told you I'm weird...

And that turtle at the top of the page - that isn't my Mr. Turtle but his relative Mr. Turtle the Third. provided via my friend Amy. Click here to read her turtle story (it has a happier ending I promise)