While sorting through his pills for the next week, I got a flashing image of the bottle tipping over. So I moved the bottle back. I knocked it over anyhow. The foretelling didn't prevent it from happening. It didn't make it any easier to clean up. But it did soften the blow. It's like life already told me what was going to happen. I scooped the few I could save and watched the rest waterfall off the back of the dresser, wondering how much dust there was underneath. By that time, it felt inevitable.