A hummingbird flew by my sliding glass doors today. I was having a bad moment… laying on the couch and trying to come to terms with what my life will look like from now on.
And a hummingbird flew flew up to the window… hovered at the window… and left.
We don’t have hummingbird feeders. I don’t even have flowers up there. The hanging basket is on the ground, catching some water.
And I was reminded, of sitting with Mark in his booth at the landfill – where they did have hummingbird feeders and the hummingbirds would flit around and fight over the feeders. I remember sitting with him, and those were really good times, before he had his heart attacks, before medical issues became such a huge part of our lives.
And for a moment, I felt at peace.
I miss him… so much…