Back in May, one of our 100-year-old pine trees sustained a direct lightning strike. It didn't split in two, but it split open, creating a welcoming environment for borers. We knew it would have to come down, at some point. We just didn't know it would be so soon.
I know that this tree gave its life so another can live, and that in 80 or 100 years, someone else sitting at her desk will look out the window and see the sky I used to see, before my tree died.