A sadness crept across Flamingo Fields. The flamboyance was nowhere near as cheerful as usual. They were simply moping around as if there were a terrible tragedy heading our way.
There had been a terrible storm last night. As I drove through town, fulfilling my duties, I noticed a tree was laying across my road. It was possible to pass it but dangerous if there were multiple vehicles. Fortunately a public road work vehicle was in the near distance. Limbs and leaves were listlessly laying about all lawns, fields, and passageways. The only surface untouched seemed to be the bridge which rose high above the treeline.
Still, the storm had passed, the sun was out, the weather was perfect. There was no conceivable reason for my flock to be so downhearted.
I went about my work singing Tim McGraw’s song, “Just to see you smile, I’d do anything that you wanted me to.” They tilted their long necks so they could hear me better. My voice was soothing, yet not improving their mood.
“What is wrong?” I tried to council them. They were simply distraught, so disheartened that they had no words to share. They were actually shedding tears.
It was pitiful indeed.
Not being able to bear their sadness anymore I went inside to check my phone and immediately had a complete understanding of the sorrow in the fields.
Donald Featherstone, the man behind their existence, is dead. He had suffered from Lewy body dementia.
I was curious. I knew people who suffered from Alzheimer’s. I wondered what Lewy body dementia is. I found a great article on About Health that compared the two diseases. http://alzheimers.about.com/od/typesofdementia/
We had to have a moment of silence, and a moment of mourning. I don’t know how long it will take for my flock to return to its usual flamboyant ways, but at least now I know what is wrong.
I thought it only fitting to shroud them with a black plastic bag
Black plastic for my pink plastic flamingos.
At least they have each other.
I hope Donald Featherstone, happy in the Great Beyond, may look upon my mourning flock and know just how much we appreciate the great joy he has brought into our lives. My he smile upon my sad flamboyance.