I put a hummingbird feeder on the deck just outside my kitchen window. At first, there were no hummingbirds that came to feed. Then, one day, there was a flutter, followed by another visit but only by one hummingbird. Over the course of about a week, that little fella, I'll call him Rambo, decided that this would be HIS own personal feeder. Any other brother hummingbirds would just have to vacate the premises and find another watering hole. In all my life, I had never seen a hummingbird actually perch until Rambo came along. I call him Rambo because of the way he will dive and attack any and all other hummingbirds that dare to flutter by his feeder. When he is perched, I can see how beautifully simple he is. He has a green chest and brown back, and a very long hummingbird like beak. He's so elegant.
He's turning into a good teacher too. Just this morning, I realized that Rambo is being used to teach me about the importance of resting. Even hummingbirds perch sometimes because most of the time he's fighting off all the other critters that would take away his stuff. Lots of little birds and bugs pick at him constantly...trying to wear away his peace and calm. In spite of all that, he rests. I know that God will give me the strength to fight all the other bugs and birds that try to pick away at my peace...just the way He gives Rambo his resolve to fight, but rest and perch. Time to fill up the feeder.
Dementia isn't just getting senile. It's a legitimate, deadly and awful disease. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy especially not my Dad. But here we are. It's been a long road, and now...Hospice.
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