Knights and Hummingbirds

Must Be Fred. I mean Fed...So I got the job, and I fed the hummingbirds, too. They're back, Dad. At 7:30 p.m., September 11, the first bird came back for a slurp, one part sugar, four parts water. I cried, of course. I just picked that up where I'd left off, pulling into the driveway this evening, after seeing Mr. Bohlke down the street, mowing his yard. It just got to me. A day goes by without a sob, and I think maybe it's getting better, but...it's OK. Grief has no calendar.