The other day I was driving to get Chipotle and my heart skipped a beat. I thought I saw a woodchuck on the side of the road. I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed that it was actually just a sofa cushion. That was until 3 days later when driving home from a trip to get some much-needed ice cream I did see a woodchuck on the side of the road. Normally roadkill doesn't have this kind of effect on me and wouldn't warrant a reflection like this. More often than not I barely even notice it/quickly look past it. Yet this was different. It was different because his name was Kevin.
You see just over a year ago as I was getting settled into a new job in a new city I looked out my office window on the backside of the residence hall to a tree line. Between the building and the trees, there was Kevin. I didn't know that was his name at first, but by the time he came to visit the second time I was positive, his name was Kevin.
As the weeks and months went by I saw less and less of Kevin behind my building, he wasn't a fan of the golf carts grounds and facilities would drive back there. But then I noticed in a little green triangle of grass surrounded by trees elsewhere on campus Kevin found a new space to hang out. Sometimes I even noticed that there were two or three woodchucks there... Yes, all Kevins.
I've never been a huge fan of woodchucks before (although there was a time when it was the only hard cider I would drink), they're not my favorite animals, that title is held by the majestic moose. Nevertheless, whether it was because I was in a new space having hardly met anyone yet Kevin and I bonded and I was truly saddened to see him by the side of the road. His name was Kevin, he was my friend, and I will miss him.
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