"Gas prices are up again Georgie, geez, remember when we could pay 20¢ to fill up our car?"
And sometimes the bird almost chirped in response. Years and years went by, and Grandfather grew older, and he could no longer carry the bird off the shelf, but he would still feed and talk to her at 6 o'clock.
One morning, Grandfather found himself barely able to make it out of bed. He still made his way into the kitchen to feed his dear bird. His hand shook and some birdseed fell to the floor as he carefully moved into the tray into the cage. He slowly made his way to the table so that he could sit down.
"…I think… this is… it Georgie.
I... I… love… you."
Grandfather rested his head on the back of his chair and closed his eyes. The bird sat in her cage, waiting for Grandfather to speak to her, to tell her what he was thinking, but he didn't.