Some trees stand tall and straight. Some lean to one side or the other or look that were gnawed on by a bear. One isn’t any better than the other. Trees are like children. They were once small and you could easily hug them but once they grow up, it’s much harder to get your arms around them. There is no going back. There never is. The old days are gone. I had one tree in my yard that I enjoyed that on one particular day, I noticed it no longer had any leaves on it. It just suddenly died and I was profoundly sad. That’s the way life is…and death too. Death sometimes just enters the house without knocking. It gets the straight and the crooked.