Saturday, October 23, 2010

Nonny Bird

    Sometimes your eyes are open but you are looking at the wrong things.
    My grandma Nonny died 5 years ago. I miss her all the time, but lately it hurts more. I spend my dreams looking for her. Scott told me to open my eyes and look at things differently. He said “I’m sure she is here with you still in some way. You just need to open your eyes and see her”. 
    As I sat in my parents’ backyard writing these words a blue bird landed on a bush in front of me. I’d never seen this kind of bird in Southern California before. 
Nonny loved birds.

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