This little guy was hanging on to my window for the last month. He didn’t want to let go. But I knew he would when the time was right.
I didn’t want to post this photo right away. It made me think about my brother who, only days before, told me his quadruple heart bypass failed. With 30% heart function, I didn’t know how long he could hang on. Strange, the things we think about or tell ourselves when dealing with death and stressful events. Perhaps that fantasy thinking is part of bargaining — if I do this, then that will occur…or we’re fearful to do certain things as if it’s a bad omen.
The little leaf has left my window. And this week my brother left his life here on earth.