My mom has a red bird that visits her often. My mom still lives in the house that her and my dad built together. After my dad’s passing, she noticed something. This beautiful bird would chirp away at her window. This beautiful bird would use his beak to knock on her window. This beautiful bird was a sign.
She began telling my kids that this beautiful bird was a sign. It was sign that Papa was with us. It was a sign he cared. It was a sign he never left our side. My kids listened, but were a bit confused.
Days passed and this bird continued to visit my mom’s house. My nine year old now thinks his Grandpa died and turned into a bird! Thanks DAD for the sign!