My mother spent her final days propped up in bed watching blue jays flock to the bird feeder we placed outside her bedroom window years ago. The Scrabble game and crossword puzzles she dominated were stored away by then. All that was left was a procession of lasts. The last time we would watch TV together. The last time we would share family stories we all knew by heart.
Outside her favorite window the long goodbye to summer was well underway. Summer rentals were coming to an end. There was a lot to do. Bags needed to be packed. Children would be going back to school soon. /END OF SUMMER