When you look at someone or something that is deceased, can they see you? I think about this some times, especially that moment when I spotted the deer lying there, dead. Was it watching me?

That’s always been a mystery to me. It’s weird I know, but you think about stuff like this when you have the free time. I also wonder — if my family thinks of the same things too. We all came from the same family tree here, so I can’t be the only one.

Take now for example. They way they’re all looking at me. I wonder…