Maybe the baby birds’ death was an omen.

My cousin died overnight, while I was sleepless at Avdi’s.  That’s when I happened upon the obit.  She was conscious and aware of the family around her, then later slipped into unconsciousness.  I guess that’s the way to go.  It’s given me an opportunity to reconnect with the other cousins a little, as death tends to do.

I’m too tired to talk, so here are lots of flowers in the rain, the new sofa, and kids.