Stahlke Adoption

After several days of gray, soggy weather in Chicago, the last two days have dawned beautiful.  My brother calls these "bluebird" days, with crisp, clean air and a coolness that refreshes.  It was on just such a day last April that my father died.  We opened the windows to his room that afternoon, and the refreshing, cool breeze wafted through.  I wonder if it reminded him of his beloved Colorado mountains, where he wanted to return.  He peacefully left us for paradise a little after 4:00 pm, with birds singing and sunlight streaming in the windows.  It was beautiful.