My mother flew away on Friday night. I think the cage door had been open for a while, but whether she hadn’t noticed or had her own reasons, she waited until Friday, February 20, 2015. After my father left her side and went home to his bed, she slipped out.
I believe she circled the globe a time or two, flitted past the moon, dodged a few stars and came to rest on the outstretched finger of her Maker. She’s always been His songbird.