Steve continues to lose weight. He is not eating or drinking much. The pain meds he requests are a minimum but I don't push him about it. I need to let him be in control of this choice because it is about all he has control of. So I continue being weepy and he continues grimacing.
One morning, about a week ago, before I even had the coffee going, I heard the clunk, then the high pitch squeak. I saw from my kitchen window a male cardinal fly away. Oh good, I thought, he made it after hitting our glass door. But the squeak continued. I went out and there by the back door was the female cardinal, flaying about, with more than a broken wing.
It was then the rain began, each drop becoming harder and louder. I was drenched in no time. I looked up at the sky and said, "Really?" Then I saw the male cardinal again and in that moment we were related in more ways than just two broken hearts.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.