Jim and I sit sipping our #1 weasel Vietnamese coffee. Jim says; “Look, a cardinal!” as he points to the Ash tree right outside the window.
“Where?” I question. I am remembering how after my dad died last year, a cardinal sat on our deck railing as I wrote about my sadness.
Now I look out and find the red bird sitting close to us on the branches. “Oh, that’s my dad….” I whisper. Today is the first anniversary of my father’s peaceful passing.
As we watch thinking of dad, the bird comes closer. We sit and watch and feel…love.
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