When I took the dog out this morning, a flock of birds swooped in to sit on the limbs of a bare tree. They were chirping and flitting around like it was a spring day instead of a prelude to winter.
What would it be like to be free as a bird? Most of us are trapped in some way. We are trapped by our mental and physical health, our inertia, our finances, our obligations, or other life circumstances.
I thought about Jim, who was ensnared by dementia. The hardest part of him being in a nursing home was knowing that he had lost his freedom through no fault of his own. Jim had always been a free-spirited being.
I paused in remembrance of my brother Donnie who died on this day in 2012. Strokes trapped him in his body, and he, too, had to spend his last days in a nursing home. Donnie cherished his freedom.
The biggest comfort now is knowing they are both free from the circumstances that trapped them in life. Jim and Donnie left their sorrows and afflictions behind, and they soar on eagle wings, flying higher and freer than any earthly bird.
Copyright © November 2017 by L.S. Fisher
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