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Sing it to the world...

Last month, I wrote about my friend Joey who passed away. Two weeks later another friend John called to say he was in town because his mother was dying of cancer. She died while he was here. He stopped by to see me before he returned to Atlanta. We reminisced about his mom. We laughed recalling one time when his mom had about 50 yellow singing canaries in a huge cage in her backyard. She was breeding them. John opened the cage to feed them and as he turned around, they all flew out, scattering all over the yard. He frantically tried to retrieve them but only caught a couple. Wow, did he get in trouble for that one!

The mailman came as John and I were saying our goodbyes in the front yard. I went into the house and opened the mail. I opened an envelope that contained a note from Fr. Henry, one of my cousins, informing me that his brother, Fr. Ziggy, whom I have written about before in this column, had just died. Fr. Henry wrote that Fr. Ziggy had addressed an envelope and was going to write to me but ended up going into the hospital. He died there. This was the third death around me in a very short period of time... yet I felt it wasn’t over.

That following Sunday morning, I watched Joel Osteen on TV at 7:30 am. He talked about having a song in your heart. He told of how his father had a song in his heart all the time. He would sing, whistle and hum constantly. Joel’s message was to keep a song in our heart even when things are not the best.

Part of my morning ritual is to go into the living room and to greet and sing good morning to my lovebird Ralph. When I approached his cage that morning, Ralph lay motionless in the bottom of his cage. I softly called his name, “Ralph, Ralph.” He was unresponsive to my call. He was dead.

Ralph and Alice were lovebirds that had been together for 4 years. Alice died and Ralph was alone. I felt a soul connection to Ralph from the first time I saw him. I offered to take him and keep him for a week. Well, it turned out to be 12 years.

We bonded in no time at all. I knew he was from the rainforest and I happened to have some rainforest cassettes and played them for Ralph. He seemed to like them. I had gotten a new feathered friend. Ralph didn’t like people touching him. I felt such a connection to Ralph and wanted to win his trust. After having him for a week and feeding him daily, I left the cage door open to see what he would do. He came to the opening and hopped on to my shoulder. He walked across to the other shoulder and the trust between us was created .One week led to another and another. He became my buddy. We went places together. He would perch on my shoulder as I drove. We would wash dishes and do the laundry together. He even took showers with me, perching himself on my towel bar and taking in the mist of the shower as if he were in the rain forest. I even bought him a little cage to take him back and forth to visit my friends. Then I put the little cage on top of the big cage and he had an instant condo birdcage.

My daughter Theresa moved back home for eight years. While there, she thought Ralph was a character and he made her laugh. One time, we were in the living room watching a movie and eating popcorn, Ralph got on top of his cage and began squawking. It was like he was scolding us because he didn’t have any popcorn. So we gave him some popcorn and he was happy. We learned his bird talk.

Theresa lived upstairs. Ralph would hop up one step at a time, making his little bird chirping sounds to visit Theresa. You could hear his little nails making noise as he scampered across the tiled floor to be with her. Other times he would run across the floor into my bedroom and crawl up the side of my bedspread to be with me. Then he would get on my shoulder as I lay on my side and we would sleep together. He was so peaceful and happy and brought lots of joy into my life. I would take Ralphie outside with me in his little cage and he would connect with all the other birds flitting around. He had a fun, mischievous personality.

They say that lovebirds mate for life. The pet shop told me after Alice died that he would not bond with a human. But that isn’t what happened. I became Ralph’s mate. We were both connected by this special love and bond that we shared. Animals are as connected to us as we are to them. The word “animal” comes from a Latin root that means soul.

That Sunday when Ralph died, I called my daughter Theresa and her boyfriend Johnny and my twin sister Gloria. We talked about how much we missed Ralph. We shared special times that we’d had with Ralph and how much joy he had brought us. Then about two hours later, Johnny said,” I think its time” I knew what he meant. I had placed little Ralphie in a small wicker basket filled with shredded newspapers, (He loved to shred my mail, even my bills!) I carried him outside into the backyard. Johnny dug a little hole between the two fruit trees that my mother had planted for me several years before. We planted some little roses on his grave. Tears filled our eyes as we said goodbye to him.

This has been a long week for me since Ralph died. I’ve been numb and sad. I miss hearing him squawk and chirp and being his mischievous self. He would happily greet me every time I came home. Ralphie always shared his unconditional love and joy with everyone. The living room seems empty and so quiet now.

Yesterday when I came to work, I felt a shift within me. A song came into my head and lingered. It is a Barry Manilow song. The words uplifted me and held a message that I wanted to share with you.

I’m singin’ to the world,
its time we let the spirit come in,
Let it come on in.
I’m singin to the world,
What’s the point in puttin’ it down?
There’s so much love to share,
I’m singin to the world,
don’t you see it all comes around?
The feeling’s everywhere,
We’ve been closin’ our eyes,
day after day, covered in clouds,
losin our way,
Hey but it’s daybreak,
If you wanna believe,
it can be daybreak,
ain’t no time to grieve,
Said it’s daybreak,
if you’ll only believe
And let it shine, shine, shine
All around the world.


I focus on the positive things I recall about Ralph and hold those memories. I still have sad moments but now I have a happy song in my heart, even though Ralphie is no longer with me, I’ll continue to keep that song going and one day I will find another lovebird.


I’m singin’ to the world...
ain’t no time to grieve...
let it shine, shine, shine...

Gerri Magee is director of advertising and public relations and assistant to the editor of phenomeNEWS. She continues to share her thoughts “On The Path” in this column. She can be reached at gerri@phenomenews.com.

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