Visitation
by Mary
(Minneapolis, MN USA)
Giving comfort after a hard time
I buried my mother yesterday. She and My dad mated for life, and she loved him so much and grieved so for him when he died.
I have been taking care of her for 4 years after she'd been diagnosed with a terminal illness.
This morning, I woke up to the most soothing sound of doves cooing. I don't generally hear them in this busy neighborhood.
Went into the living room and saw two doves, sitting on a brick ledge just outside the window area (screen is off because we have hung a bird feeder there and need access to it.)
I laid on my sofa and watched them all day, bringing twigs to the corner. Their coos were so comforting. They suddenly left at 3:30 p.m.
I can't help but think it's my mom and dad, here to tell me they are winging free, together, and to give me some peace.
I hope they come back tomorrow.
