My great Aunt Salvina from Malta in Europe died peacefully in September. Due to Covid, we were unable to fly to Malta for her funeral.
Aunt Salvina was a lively soul, who was like a grandmother to me. We had the perfect relationship. She didn't speak English, and I didn't speak Maltese, so we never had one argument, that we knew of anyway. She always chose the most tedious chores to do. One of them was washing windows. With windex and newspaper....worked like a charm. To this day, I cannot clean a window without thinking of Aunt Salv.
Even though we could not carry on a deep conversation, I still had a very special bond with her. She gave me many gifts, but the most precious one was time. She took time to show me how to do things and take me places when I visited her in Malta to show me part of my heritage.
A few weeks prior to her death, I took the screen from this window out, in hopes that I could get a photo of the hummingbird who visits these, believe it or not, Salvia flowers. I could not help but to think of Aunt Salv as I cleaned those windows.
Ever since cleaning the window, I have been trying, unsuccessfully, every day, to get a picture of that hummingbird, but finally, right before I found out of my aunt Salv’s death, I was able to capture some photos! Maybe aunt Salv had something to do with getting that hummingbird to stay long enough near my “Salv”ia flowers to get the pictures!
Coincidence? I think not. I think it was God's way of letting me know that Aunt Salv made it to the afterlife. Love you Salv!