Yesterday, in my recently deceased aunt's garden, I found a bumblebee swimming upside down, struggling to survive. I was cleaning out dead rose bushes, wedding, and sweeping, and enjoying life in the middle of death. The sun was pleasant, and the still Sunday afternoon calm. Just one or two cars driving by, blasting music.
So, I found a stick, and flipped over the bee, who tried to swim to the edge and failed. Finally after two attempts, he charged up the side and flew away.
In some ways, it was like watching my aunt die, and trying to ease the passage to the other side.
One of those little moments that gets lost in the rush of life.
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