Is Your Skeleton in the Closet?
I usually don't think very much about my skeletal system, at least not until I break a bone. Then the ache of the fracture makes me very much aware that it is bones that hold me up and keep me going. My skeleton is something I take for granted; but it's there daily, doing the work, supporting my body in all its comings and goings. When I die, it's my skeleton that will be around a lot longer than all my fleshy parts.