A Little Bird

Last night my husband and I went to visit his Grandma in the nursing home where she is currently recovering from chemo and an infection. I could tell when we got there that she was tired and had a long day. We asked her if she wanted us to leave so she could rest, and she said "No." We knew she would say no. She would never turn away family.

So we stayed for an hour or so and chatted with her. She started talking about this past Christmas and how wonderful it was to have everyone together under one roof for the holiday. She told us about how as she was preparing the house for the festivities she kept having a "little bird" tell her to "Enjoy Christmas because it may be your last." That's a very sad thought. It didn't seem to bother her as much as it bothered us when she said it. It's hard for us to imagine her not being the center, the rock of the family. It's hard to imagine, not having Christmas eve at her house. She definitely seemed more at ease about it then we did.

I actually haven't been able to shake this all day. And as she lies there trying to fight off this terrible infection eating away at her, she still seems at peace with the fact that it might be her time to go. Amazing lady that Evelyn!

I am also reminded of a Bob Marley song called "Three Little Birds"
It goes something like this:

Woke up this morning, smiled at the rising sun, three little birds perched by my doorstep. Singing sweet songs, a melody pure and true. This is my message to you. Don't worry about a thing cuz every little thing is gonna be alright.