John's Blog

I was sitting there on the couch next to my wife after what could only be described as a taxing day. Both of us had dosed off after the other family members and hospice staff had gone and things had calmed down. I awoke from my nap to see a small black bird fly solidly against the picture window and drop like a rock. Had this happened earlier, I would have viewed this as a omen foreshadowing an ominous event. But like so much else with my life, the timing and the symbolism were just a little bit off, but still too eery to ignore. I needed to take a break from this for a while anyhow. No better reason than to attend to family matters.

Tags: life experiences