Signs  i haven’t written much about my SIL passing. we are all struggling with it and to be honest, everyone in this world is struggling with someone, something, themselves…and that reality has always made me very guarded when sharing sadness and personal difficulty.  i do think all of us who are struggling might benefit from this though: Hubby has been having a very hard time. the day after she passed, we were talking in the kitchen about his sister. deep down i wished we could get some sort of sign that she was okay in her new place. i looked up to see a hummingbird flying right toward the kitchen window. it flew to each pane over and over again. each time it moved to a new pane it suspended itself then dashed around, then it went to the next one. after about a minute of this it flew back to the feeder.  in the three years we have been feeding hummingbirds, no bird has ever done that.  it is actually quite difficult to get under our dilapidated table umbrella to reach the window. the night before Hubby had written on his FB, “fly fly fly” in regards to her spirit. 
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Signs 

i haven’t written much about my SIL passing. we are all struggling with it and to be honest, everyone in this world is struggling with someone, something, themselves…and that reality has always made me very guarded when sharing sadness and personal difficulty. 

i do think all of us who are struggling might benefit from this though:

Hubby has been having a very hard time. the day after she passed, we were talking in the kitchen about his sister. deep down i wished we could get some sort of sign that she was okay in her new place. i looked up to see a hummingbird flying right toward the kitchen window. it flew to each pane over and over again. each time it moved to a new pane it suspended itself then dashed around, then it went to the next one. after about a minute of this it flew back to the feeder. 

in the three years we have been feeding hummingbirds, no bird has ever done that.  it is actually quite difficult to get under our dilapidated table umbrella to reach the window.

the night before Hubby had written on his FB, “fly fly fly” in regards to her spirit.