There is no good time to lose someone dear.
My life seemed upside down and turned inside out
when a close uncle left behind a wonderful wife
and children who seem like younger siblings to me.
Consequently, I spent mournful hours staring blankly
at my compost pile of all things. I was so blinded
by grief that I didn't notice that my organic garbage
and one side of the hickory tree beside it had become
blanketed with butterflies--that a few weeks after one of
the uncle's surviving daughters e-mailed me "Whispers,"
e.g.
WHISPERS | The CHRISTIAN ENQUIRER
One subsequent yule season my husband's any my extended
families each had cause to feel less than merry. On top of
it all, a chunk of neighboring forest had newly been cleared.
The loss of wilderness was the bad thing, the extraordinary
thing was that, due to the number of birds drawn to my
feeders, our house was encircled by doves of every specie on
Christmas Day.
Again, "
Have a Wonderfully Blessed Day!"
