An eagle flew over our heads at the West Denmark Cemetery as we said goodbye to Ev in October.
The morning after Dad passed away, an eagle did a fly-by the window where Kyle and I sat eating breakfast as we struggled with our emotions.
A male cardinal lands at my bird feeder to remind me of my good friend and other mother, Betty Rosenow.
As I sat sorting through Dad's personal effects in my living room the other night, two raccoon showed up on my front deck, where there have never been raccoon before. They look at me as if they thought they should come in the house (I of course knew that they should not!) But they made me smile with their cuteness.
Sometimes these events seem to be just too specific to be random acts of nature.
I prefer to think of these happenings as messages from a loved one, sent via Mother Nature.
And after-all, who's to say.
Nephew Kyle sent a text on Monday morning from the woods.
Nephew Kris sent me a text on Tuesday morning,
Lora followed up with an email last evening.
Kris says this one is for Grandpa! He shot it with Grandpa's gun!! He had seen a buck last week and couldn't get a shot and said, "Grandpa always said it's not always about being good, but being lucky."
He thinks Grandpa Wally brought him some luck today. :-)
Maybe if you look for a sign now and then, you'll see one.
If it brings comfort and a fond memory, all the better.
After all, who's to say.