After my Granny passed away, I started noticing a cardinal in my back yard. It amazed me how often I saw it, usually when I was thinking of her or when I needed reminding of her strength and faith as i went through my own struggles. I mentioned it to my sister and she said she'd been seeing a cardinal at her feeder too all this time. Almost daily.
Maybe the birds were always there. And we just didn't notice. I suppose loss makes us more aware, a brush with death (be it physical, emotional, spiritual, any kind of loss or grief, really) leaves us more alive, if we let it. If we learn from it.
Granny would have been 90 tomorrow. And though it's been almost a year since she died, I still feel her with us. Watching over us. Telling us to stop and see.
I made these two pieces by scanning some lines of her letters and her handwritten recipes. They're up in my kitchen.
And today, my sister posted on FB that she saw the cardinal again.
Maybe the birds were always there. And we just didn't notice. I suppose loss makes us more aware, a brush with death (be it physical, emotional, spiritual, any kind of loss or grief, really) leaves us more alive, if we let it. If we learn from it.
Granny would have been 90 tomorrow. And though it's been almost a year since she died, I still feel her with us. Watching over us. Telling us to stop and see.
I made these two pieces by scanning some lines of her letters and her handwritten recipes. They're up in my kitchen.
And today, my sister posted on FB that she saw the cardinal again.