A Short Story About Death

Once I found a dead bird next to my home. It was my 4th time being so close to a dead creature. 
The bird was so elegant, that I could not allow myself to let it leave the world without a whole ceremony. 
I remember sitting next to her grave and crying, understanding the process of passing away. Suddenly, one summer morning, I became a coffinmaker, a  mourning person, and a witness of death.