It is my father..... I remember him so well, especially in our last years together. We would sit outside on the porch and talk about life. He would reminisce about his time before he was worn down by life and I; I was not even a glint in his eye. Sometimes now, I tear a bit thinking about his passing but you know, I know.....I just know that his leaving only made me a better father, a better grandpa. That is what happens. Good people, well....they create good people.
If you build it, they will come..... If you build who you are 'inside'.... they will come. Remember that.
Like all of us, I am separate from my relatives with COVID19 but luckily someone has built 'something' although how it works or why is beyond my scope. But I can sit and listen and view and pass the day with my girls and families. Wow.... If you build it, they will come and indeed they did.
Today as I video'd with one set, I was drawn outside as the phone in their hands was picked up and plunked down. I found myself staring at the ceiling. But then my daughter cast the phone on the two grandkids and her husband. All, ....were looking outside at the feeder. My oldest grandson had a camera in hand and was capturing images of the feeder, and yes, the birds.
They built it, ....the birds came.
Now, the shots below from her phone and from 'his camera' are not the best.... but does it matter. The photo's show a family, together....looking at a jay on the feeder and enjoying the moment. A young man, barely 8, ....finding the thrill of a camera in his hands and the photo he produced. And you know, that photo, ...that love of birds was because of me. I talk birds and talk cameras and now there he is, away from his friends...school, life as he knew it. There he is, his younger sister grabbing on to his coat-tails, my daughter and her husband; together they are.
Is this Heaven?....
No it's New Jersey.
New Jersey? I could have sworn it was heaven.
Is there a heaven?
Oh yeah, it's a place where dreams come true.
Maybe this is heaven.