Delayed Justice

Surprising it doesn’t happen more often.  Maybe it does and we just don’t hear about it.

In this case, though, it’s likely to be a three-days’ wonder in Cutlerville.  A large tree falls and in the process of cleaning up, lo and behold! the land owner finds bones tangled in the roots.  Is it a home (farm) burial following an natural or accidental death?  Could it be murder?  Are the remains those of Native Americans?  All kinds of conclusions just waiting to be jumped to.  We know better than that, but we do it anyway.  At first examination it might seem to be just a burial.  After all, when we die somebody needs to do something with our bodies; can’t just leave ’em laying about.  So, mostly during the last couple hundred years we’ve buried our dead.  And sometime they become unburied.  And that gives rise to all manner of speculation.  At the very least we come away with the idea that the repose of the dead has been disturbed.

This story came to my attention courtesy of WGVU’s David Moore, looking at various angles.  He pointed me to the story in The Grand Rapids Press.   It’s likely he’s going to follow up on this, perhaps speaking with someone with expertise in the story of old bones.  I look forward to hearing and reading what he comes up with.

And when the story dies down (so to speak) what then for those old bones?  Perhaps the body’s identity will be known and (s)he will lie in a marked grave.  And then?

Requiascat in pacem.  For a long, long time.