A Tale Of Two Squirrels

This is a tale of two squirrels who were both catapulted into heaven against their will via the right front wheel of my Ford Expedition on two separate occasions. I ran over the first one two weeks ago, and today I pulverised my second squirrel while driving to pick up my children from school. I had been daydreaming and humming along to Sinatra on my satellite radio when I saw the little critter take a suicide run by dashing out in front of me. Then he did something stupid that the first squirrel had also done. He got halfway across the road and panicked, darting from side to side as if hesitating on which way to go. This hesitation cost him his life, as I had neither the skill nor the capability to stop an Expedition on a dime. He expired in a single snuff and my heart swelled with remorse...did he have little baby squirrels tucked away in a nest close by? As I kept driving I began to be angry at the animal that I had unwillingly killed. If he had simply chosen one side of the road and ran with all his little might, he probably would have made it to safety. In my mind I even re-created the scene but with a happy ending, imagining the squirrel making a huge leap to the side of the road in slow motion while "eye of the tiger" played in the background. Later, as I sipped a little coffee and my children fought over a toy, I pondered the squirrel and my own life. I want to live as if each second might be my last. I want to tell my family that I love them. I want my children to know that they are precious to me and that God loves them. I don't want to hesitate to tell them how I really feel, or I may never have the chance again.
I can only hope that the squirrels I annihilated made it into heaven where a bottomless mountain of nuts awaits!