I was looking out the window thinking it is so unsettling to miss out on the future without Dean Blixt.
Good grief…no parties, birthdays, holidays, weekends, weddings, travel, walks, talks, even simple daily grind.
It’s a tough reality to accept he will never walk through our door again. Ever! When just as my moment of brief grief took hold my eyes fixed on a little feather holding on so strong against the reversal of wind as nature prepares once again for the set up of the desert monsoon. The little feather secure in the grip of a tree full of life holding steadfast upon a vine of purple flowers~ which by the way is Dean’s favorite color.
This brings me hope for my own season of change.
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