Last year, in the weeks before my Mom died, I had the privilege of staying with her at night while my other sister worked. Her yahrzeit is Adar 10. During the last few weeks of February, a mockingbird would serenade each night. The first few nights, it was difficult to fall asleep but then, the charm of the bird song started to kick in. The video below is what is sounded like:
Today, at work, another mockingbird began his serenade. It is a beautiful reminder of the laughter my family shared in the last weeks of Mom's life. It is a beautiful reminder that Mom's last breath she took was laughing with us.
I can still hear the mockingbird's serenade and the echo of Mom's laughter.