This morning, just before sun-up, I heard rain! A glorious little tropical rain! So I jumped out of bed and shut off the a/c and opened our bedroom's sliding glass doors to thoroughly enjoy it and the singing of our ever-present melodious blackbirds. But as much as I enjoyed it, I kept thinking how Dad would've enjoyed it more, and how unbelievable it is to me that he can't see and smell the rain and hear the birds anymore. WHEN will we get used to this? :(
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
My melodious blackbird
This morning, just before sun-up, I heard rain! A glorious little tropical rain! So I jumped out of bed and shut off the a/c and opened our bedroom's sliding glass doors to thoroughly enjoy it and the singing of our ever-present melodious blackbirds. But as much as I enjoyed it, I kept thinking how Dad would've enjoyed it more, and how unbelievable it is to me that he can't see and smell the rain and hear the birds anymore. WHEN will we get used to this? :(
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I don't think we ever will get used to them being gone. I expect Daddy was peeking around the corner, watching you watch your bird. When we think of all of the trials life puts us through, I guess we have to be glad that Momma's and Daddy's are finished. Cold comfort, but there it is.
I agree. I don't think you ever get used to it. But you get...at peace with it. Sort of. Maybe.
As to the melodious blackbirds- I have noticed while in Cozumel that the black birds sing so sweetly. Completely unlike our rusty-sounding blackbirds here, yet they look so similar.
Nice little word-picture of rain and birds.
That was my morning. I love it here in the winter and when it rains. Lordy how I dread the heat that spring will bring.
I agree that we will never get used to realizing that we no longer can look to our parents for comfort and friendship; but I do believe time will heal the harshness of their death.
They had a wonderful life and I know they were proud of all of us. They are now at peace, and in God's world where everything is good; and yes they are enjoying wonderful things with no pain, no worry, and no troubles. And yes, I know that Dad is enjoying his birdsl and the fact that everytime I see or hear a bird, I know Dad is with us!
Thank you, Rita! I needed that! :) I will look at it that way, too. So at least we can still look to each other for comfort and friendship, and that would/is making them as happy as anything could, I think.
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