Ever since Jen & Steve gave me a bird feeder several years ago, I have been faithfully feeding the birds--sparrows, doves, house finches, magpies, robins, quail, pigeons, and I even spotted a hawk in my trees on several occasions. However, last summer I spotted a most unusual guest at my bird feeder. Yes, a little blue parakeet had started dining regularly in my yard. This gave me incentive to keep feeding the birds even though it was summer because I knew that this parakeet was probably someone's pet that had flown away and he would not know how to find bugs and seeds on his own.
When winter came, I got worried. I had stopped seeing him, and I didn't know if he had flown south with some doves, if a cat had eaten him, or if he had frozen to death. Then miracle of miracles, just before I went to the temple today, I spied my little friend in the Catalpa tree. He was still alive! He had found his way back to my yard. I was overjoyed. I ran and got two neighbors who were in my front yard so they could see him. He even stayed there while I went in the house to get my camera-- remaining calmly perched while I took about a dozen shots of him.
Then after eating his fill at my bird feeder, my little friend calmly just fell asleep. . . . . and that is just what my dear friend Rich Holdaway did today. He came home from seeing a doctor, fell asleep in their car, but unlike my little feathered friend, Rich never woke up.
Although Rich had been deathly ill with MRSA this fall, he had been feeling quite good recently. Rich had a marvelous idea to remodel their house so he came up with some incredible plans. Workmen have been working on it for several months. It is still not finished.
Randy died before he could see his Riviera repainted with a glorious new paint job, and Rich died before he could see his house remodeled.
Rich and Maureen both had slight back aches last night, but Rich woke up with a terrible pain in his back this morning. Maureen took him to see a doctor. He was given pain killers and sent home. Rich was too tired to get out of their car and when Maureen went back out to try to get him into the house, he was gone. . . . Last year a light went out when Randy left us and the world is noticeably less bright now that Rich is gone, too.
Richard, his brother Jon, and I did everything together as we grew up in Price. It seems that I have always known him. Because of Rich, I met Randy-- the love of my life and married him.
Randy was my best friend and dear husband. Rich was also a dear friend. Goodbye, to another dear eternal friend . . . .