And finally, the patriarch of our local clan, Samuel. Samuel visits us fairly often and usually remains offscreen, as noted in Feasting Raccoons and an Offscreen Samuel and More Feasting Raccoons and Samuel Still Offscreen.
Samuel’s been with us for several years now. In the ways of Coyote, he’s a grand old man.
Which saddens me. Us. More me than us.
Canis has been my friend since childhood. I see our current OverLord, Boo, aging and know he, like all things good and bad, will be no more. In this reality, anyway.
We use to keep things alive through stories around a campfire, drawings on cave walls, StoryTellers and StoryKeepers, Traveling Minstrels, Town Criers, through print and now to what can be held in the palm of one’s hand.
But not quite.
I shake my head when I see people with their mobiles practically glued to their palms.
What can be so important?
And many people, especially more now than ever before, have little to no inner lives.
I remember listening to a writer offer she wasn’t introspective at all when asked a question regarding her thoughts on something.
My first thought was “No wonder your characters are so shallow.”
I will mourn when Samuel passes. When Boo passes.
And I wonder, who will mourn my passing? Susan’s?
Will the Universe slow for a moment? Will the stars dim?
Except for those in true friends’ hearts.