Dead Duck on Easter Sunday

Funny what recollections come with someone's passing. 

My mother passed away last Thursday after a courageous battle with cancer. She loved Holidays and Easter was no exception.

True story from several years ago - 

So, after the awesome Easter sunrise service at Providence High School, my mom is just crying like crazy which really odd because it could not have been a more perfect Easter Sunday morning.

The weather was perfect, the sunrise stunning, we had our entire family in the bleachers, taking up two rows, the sermon was stirring with a meaningful Easter message, we even had a flock of geese flying overhead just as the sun rose and the preacher shouted "He has Risen" to which the crowd replied "He has Risen Indeed" in unison.

Then the truth comes out. My mother who was late as usual was rushing to catch up with the rest of us and as she barrels down the driveway and up our street she managed to mow down one of God's creatures right in the middle of the road.

In the predawn darkness just 100 yards from our house and on our dead end street, was a very large and very slow moving Canadian Goose. She hit the hapless bird so hard that feathers were embedded in the grill of her car!

Trying to console her, was of no use.

Sure enough, returning to our street after the service, there’s a dead goose in the middle of the road. 

What made it worse was the procession of family cars that came over the crest of the hill had to swerve around the lifeless huge black, gray and white bird, it's webbed feet pointing to the heavens.

The only thing that could have made it more cinematic would have been police cars with blue lights, neighbors and crime scene techs huddled around it, as EMTs continued chest compressions on the dead duck.

Needless to say breakfast on that particular Easter Sunday was rather subdued. 

Love Ya Mom!