This week has seemed somewhat off. The universe just seems a bit off kilter. My uncle passed away yesterday. He was 99 years old and truthfully just wanted to see 100. I’m not quite sure why. Maybe he felt it was the ultimate goal. Maybe he wanted to complete a century, maybe he wanted that to be a small part of his legacy. He was the last of the great generation of four. Two sisters married two brothers and lived next door to each other their whole lives. His wife, my aunt, went first, then my dad, then my mom. I guess his passing has put a finality on that chapter. Maybe that’s why this feeling is nagging at me? On Tuesday I hit a bird in flight with my car. It was so surreal. I saw this black bird appear out of nowhere, hit my windshield, bounce across the roof and end up on the road behind me. It affected me in such a profound way. All day long as my daughter and I walked through fields of antiques I pointed out the most beautiful butterflies and dragonflies it was mystical. They were signs of beauty, spirits from another world frolicking in this world for a few moments in time….and then on our way home the bird. A blackbird…death rearing it’s ugly head. She never saw it and I began to wonder if I imagined it. It has nagged at me since. Maybe if the bird had died first and then the butterflies and dragonflies had appeared, maybe I would have interpreted that as a sign of hope, but this had me feeling restless and uncertain. So I ponder the meaning of such hopelessness after such beauty. I wonder why the bird flew right at me, was it a message? Was it the shifting sands of time alerting me to my uncles impending death. Would it remind me that the tide is forever changing; where there is peace there also lies turmoil. In the next few days I’ll ponder these thoughts. As we lay my uncle to rest, I will close the chapter on that amazing generation, and hope the memories somehow set my world back on its axis.