Melon and her messages
Early morning, the day after my bestie of 50+ years passed, I sat on the deck with hot coffee talking to her as we had done for 50+ years. My best friend was gone. What was I to do without her? I've never been an adult without her. She was my past and knew everything about my history. Confidant...my only.
Watching into the dark as the sun rose behind me, I continued to speak through my tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you. I know you had to go. I loved you always and will never forget. We had one hell of a run but I needed you to finish with me. Let me know you're okay. Please come when it's my time...I'll be waiting..." I droned on and on. So damn sad.
It was then, a flicker to my left. Quietly and calmly, I turned my head and there was that hummingbird feeding in an annual my husband planted. I'm sure it was her. I needed it to be her. I managed a smile because Melon was always there for the important stuff when I needed her most. Letting me know because I asked.
This past Sunday, again I was having a time. Explaining myself to my husband, I looked up and there at the window in the family room, she flapped those wings looking in. Tears, some sad, some joyful. I miss my girl Melon but that hummingbird keeps me grounded.
Watching into the dark as the sun rose behind me, I continued to speak through my tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you. I know you had to go. I loved you always and will never forget. We had one hell of a run but I needed you to finish with me. Let me know you're okay. Please come when it's my time...I'll be waiting..." I droned on and on. So damn sad.
It was then, a flicker to my left. Quietly and calmly, I turned my head and there was that hummingbird feeding in an annual my husband planted. I'm sure it was her. I needed it to be her. I managed a smile because Melon was always there for the important stuff when I needed her most. Letting me know because I asked.
This past Sunday, again I was having a time. Explaining myself to my husband, I looked up and there at the window in the family room, she flapped those wings looking in. Tears, some sad, some joyful. I miss my girl Melon but that hummingbird keeps me grounded.
