The old man is dead, but the bluebird still comes around. There he is right out this window looking in just to make sure it's really over. I wonder if he has done this every day since the man went higher than the sky. After all these years I figured that bird would have moved on. All the humans have. The feed isn't ever put out anymore and that workshop door hasn't done as much as made a creak to signal meal time. Well, it was a quick visit. He must have just swooped down to pay his respects. The old man is up beyond the birds now and has long forgotten them, but they are still down here remembering.