I woke up in a fearful mood after dreaming about my grandma, Baba, who is no longer with me. The dream felt so real as I relived my sadness of losing her and frustration for not being able to do more for her. I was not in a good mood and we were late for church. But first, we needed to stop off at my parents’ house to feed Vulture, their Dusky Conure. Vulture has been in our family for over 20 years and she and I had a love-hate relationship. It never failed that when I was on the phone or working on a project, she would squawk at the top of her lungs demanding my immediate attention. However, Vulture also had a loving side to her. She was known for making kissing sounds and snuggling and she has no problem falling asleep next to you.
As I was walking into my parents’ house, I could hear Vulture greeting me, but I did not give her a very friendly greeting back because I was in a hurry. I followed the routine of changing her food and cleaning her bedding. She is very sneaky and managed to get on top of her cage. I got her down (easier said than done) and placed her on her rope perch where I thought she would be safe in her cage. As I was leaning over to change her paper, Vulture flew right over my head. I was terrified of what would happen next.
I ran after her trying to catch her, but I was too late. She flew into the large glass window and broke her neck. I looked down on the floor and I couldn’t see her because she was holding on to the side of a chair. I picked her up and began yelling to Garrett in fear and sadness. I said, “Oh no, oh no…Please help me! Please help me!” Our previous bird had died the same way and I knew what would come next. We placed Vulture on the table and talked to her. She was gasping for breath so we thought there still may be a chance. Then she took her last breath and rolled her head to the side. We lost her!
Looking back, there are so many things I would have done differently: been in a better mood, placed some type of netting over her cage,…oh the list of should haves, could haves, and would haves goes on and on. If only, I would have done it differently…
Through this experience God taught me the value and fragility of life and that we should value all of our relationships. I wish I could have made Vulture’s last day special. I also learned that there are not any repeats or redos in life. You only get one chance to live each day and make a difference in someone’s life.
1. What occurrence(s) in your life do you wish you could have prevented?
2. What did God teach you through your pain?
3. How are you going to live today differently?