We Feel
There was this nest, so low to the ground, too low I knew. My three children have been so excited looking at the baby birds. I have enjoyed watching their industrious parents always busy digging up little worms to feed the babies. This morning I snuck out with my coffee to grab a distant peek at the nest before the crew woke up. The birds were gone from the nest. Further inspection revealed part of the story. One was dead on the ground below the nest. I moved the little body so my children will not see.
I am grateful that I can tell my children that the birds must have flown the nest like they too will some day. The birdies were old enough for this to be a believable story and for that I am grateful. SO why the hell am I crying?
It's ok to cry for a dead baby bird. Emotions change and this will pass. I have not cried in so long although there have been hurts enough to warrant a bucket full of tears. And here I am just broken up over a dead baby bird but still somehow ok.
And I will stay sober again today.