Bird's greeting

The light was growing dimmer as I sat alone on the porch. My tears flowed in grief, and my thoughts turned to memories of my brother. Thoughts bouncing, grief interspersed with memories of happy times, with relief that he is finally out of pain.

As I sat in silence, I had a wonderful visitor. A hummingbird hovered not far from me, looking at the blossoms of a hanging plant, darting to take a drink, hovering once more. She seemed close enough to touch...

My mother told me that at one time Neal had a hummingbird feeder in his back yard, but that he never saw any of these tiny visitors.

Oh Neal - these beautiful creatures apparently prefer your flowers. Or was the hummingbird who visited tonight a vision of you?