I dreamed about Granny and Popa last night. It was a nice dream, even if I don’t remember much of it. We were just spending time together, talking and eating. They were much younger in my dream, the way I remember them from when I was little. Sometimes, it is just nice to see them again. It doesn’t even matter that I can’t recall what we talked about or what we ate. Just spending time together at their house.
Popa, in the latter years of his life would sit out on the deck and people watch. At that time, Granny and Aunt Jean had started to hang hummingbird feeders as well as feeding all the birds that came to spend time in their yard. The hummingbirds were a crazy little group. They would dive bomb towards Popa’s head and he would just laugh. He thought it was funny, I thought it was a bit dangerous.
But since then I tend to think of him when I see this little birds flying at breakneck speed. My downstairs neighbor hung a feeder on the tree that sits beside our decks. I will catch a glimpse of them from time to time. Last week, one perched on the flag pole and just sat there. Which I found odd since I thought they were always in motion. But this little guy just sat there, looking at me and resting. He was awfully cute.
I stepped out on my deck this evening to sit and read for a bit when I heard a very loud buzzing near my head. I pulled my arms up around my head and ducked, fearing it was some massive bee getting ready to let me know if I am truly allergic to their sting. When the noise subsided, I looked up and saw a hummingbird flying away from me. Hi Popa, thanks for sending that sweet little thing by me but next time could we go for a bit more subtlety? My heart hasn’t stopped racing since that fly by.
I know some people think that signs are silly or don’t mean anything but I like to think that sometimes the memory of a smell, a rainbow or even that hummingbird trying to cause a heart attack is just a way that God likes to remind us that those we lost are still here and still watching over us.
And that brings a smile to my face. Especially after talking about food nonstop to my PT this afternoon. Apparently I really am a lot like my Popa. . .
Stumbling Through Life 