I wonder what a bug's life is like, and how they view death. I mean, you're flying along when all of a sudden SPLAT you hit a car - bye-bye bug. I wonder what's going through their minds - does it even register? Do they care? Do they even think like that? I don't know, but its an interesting thought trail.
And it reminds me that I never know when my time to go might be. Or when anyone I love might go. In one moment everything can change.
To all my family and friends: I love you and am so blessed to have you in my life.