Life is Precious

Today, 10-31, while talking to BroDon on the phone he is praying for me and my family, a Parakeet flew into my garage. We finish praying, I watched the bird all the while. After hanging up with him I slowly walk over to the bird speaking softly to him. I laid my hand on the floor near where the bird was sitting, and continued to talk letting him know I mean no harm. He came up to my hand, and then backed away. I tried to catch him and he flew away, but not too far. I continued talking to the bird trying to catch him. By the third try I was successful. I held this beautiful bird in my hands looking at him and talking to him as if he was a person. Perhaps Crystal, I know that sounds absurd but given the circumstances I feel that maybe this was a symbol of her. Once caught and held the plan unfolded, where to keep him and take care of him. I do not have a bird cage and where do I find one cheap? We found a container I felt is ok. I went to resale shop after resale shop trying to find a bird cage to keep him in. It took me 3 hours to find a cage and then buy the items needed to care for a bird. I arrived home with excitement that I am prepared to take care of this small helpless creature. We put the cage together and get the food and water ready for his new found home, only to find that in the 3 hours it took me to get this together he has died.

Now if taken in all life's reality we can assume that if this bird was Cryssy in real life. There is a lesson to be learned. Finding life that you are responsible for and the excitement of that you prepare for it and no sooner do you find the way, it is taken from you. This life be it a bird or child once you figure out how to take care of it, it is sometimes taken from you. Did I grieve for the bird no, I only wish I had a real chance to do it justice.

Did I do Cryssy justice? Well I would like to think so, however, with her move to San Fran. I could not do what I needed to do. The distance and cost of jumping when she really needed me exceeded the monetary ability to help. So where does this leave Cryssy and I? There were times I could have but did not have the money. There were the times I was there and did not spend the time with her that I could have. The moral of this story is that if you have the ability and chance to help, Do it!

My motto in life has been for many years, "Life is all attitude, so have a good one!" I know that Cryssy held the same attitude but she put hers into her own words and lived it as her own. She was a great daughter and will be missed by all.