Tuesdays with morrie

On Tuesdays we talk about Death

“ I can

’t be out there without fear of getting sick. But you know what? I appreciate that window more than you do.” Appreciate it?

Yes. I look out that window every day. I notice the change in the trees, how strong the wind is blowing. It’s as if I can see time actually passing through that windowpane. Because I know my time is almost done, I am drawn to nature like I’m seeing it for the first time.”
He stopped, and for a moment we both just looked out the window. I tried to see what he saw. I tried to see time and seasons, my life passing in slow motion. Morrie dropped his head slightly and curled it toward his shoulder.
“Is it today, little bird?” he asked. “Is it today?”