The spring's weather brought beauty and comfort to my wounded heart. Never did it cross my mind a cruel winter day would once again take my joy away. Sitting by my bedside, starring out the window, waiting for spring seems endless. My afternoons are lonesome can't seem to find the beauty in anything since his departure. There's an extensive feeling of agony, and loneliness deep within me. Notions of our past adventures,and his stories run through my mind throughout the day. Why did he have to go?

         One April afternoon, his arrival brought life to what seemed to be an empty backyard fillled with irreplaceable memories. Chirps of a free spirit, announcing the spring. The beautiful tune came from an impressive blue jay, who along with a few others sang in unison, welcoming the spring. Reminding me of how granpa used to take me bird watching, an activity we both enjoyed abundantly. He has been gone for three years now, the longest most arduous years I've experienced. As the birds sang, grandpa's words came blasting in my ear drums like sirens. He would always say "life is too short to spend too much time being sad". 

         The sight of these spirited creatures brought jubilance and a feeling of comfort to my sad spirit. All of Spring's, and summer's afternoons, the bird choir sang, and I sat on the grass and spent hours admiring their talent. As the hours went by, my pain was carried away by the wind. Suddenly one winter afternoon the sound of a cold winter breeze filled my ears, and the joy in my heart was replaced by bitterness once again. 

            My bird choir was gone, brought me back to an eventful winter morning, grandpa lay in bed pail and very ill. Not quite understanding my broken heart whispered the words " don't go". His smile was the highlight of my day, knowing he was amused by little things made me feel appreciated. His words of encouragement always came along at the right time, to help me get through a rough times. Being next to him seeing him this way, filled my spirit with grief. He smiled at me one last time, and his embrace on my hand let go immediately. Thinkng this flshback through, just made me realize a lifetime lesson within seconds. 

      It's not about what we didn't get to do, but in what we did do and enjoyed doing. The seasons just like life are given as a gift, they are here today and gone tomorrow. Nothing is permanent, spring brings many things into our lives, a time of growth and blossom. Winter comes along to test what we've learned. It's always an ideal time to recall the good times, and hold on to the hope that "Spring will bring something better"