Dad dropped by to say hi…

On the chilly November morning that our father died, twenty years ago, a huge blue heron walked up to our parent’s patio door. He slowly turned and gazed at my mom, my sisters, my son Danny and I as if to say, “I see you! I’m here.”

We knew that was our father. Perhaps my sisters or I have told you about all the rest of that morning. Just know that through all the years since then whenever a heron crosses our path we know it’s our dad saying hello.

Yesterday, after a lovely lunch with friends, I was smiling as I walked along the river back to my car. I suddenly looked up and there, standing all alone, was this majestic heron. It was a moment of grace. :)