To actually set foot in a grave, to sweat and work, to submit life to the earth with dirty hands, gives a raw edge to the usual tidy farewells of death. “A man is lucky in life to have just one good horse and one good dog,” Logan stated quietly as we laid Uncle Mike’s dog to rest in the horse coral. It was a sad moment but there’s something about the Langenfelds that, even in the very center of grief, they manage an undeniable vigor for life. We left Cool with our spirits high and a heightened awareness for our fleeting mortality.
Memento mori