The hummingbird has special meaning to me since Mark died.
I wrote about it in this post way back when this was all new and fresh.
I believe with all my heart that when a hummingbird comes around it’s Mark saying hello, it’s him letting me know that he’s still with us.
This is the memorial tattoo I had done for him.
Tomorrow is his birthday. He would have been 51. Seriously. 51. Too freaking young to die.
This week – I have had a visit from a hummingbird on two seperate occasions.
I don’t have any hummingbird feeders. I don’t have any hummingbird attractants. But I get hummingbirds come visit me.
I love the little visits… the reminders that he’s still around.
It’s been 23 months. I’m with someone new. I’m building a life.
But I still think about him each and every day.
Love you Mark… always…