My heart was bursting at the seams, it felt, to get home and to write about this experience today... After work, I stopped by my mom's (as I usually do), and we're all sitting around in the kitchen (as we all usually do). Those small details don't really matter but it helps to set the scene, at least. Anyways, the back door is open, like it always is to let in some natural light, and I happened to go up to the door and I saw the most prettiest bird, that I had once again NEVER seen in my life, at least maybe not as close if I ever did. It was a little brown, with specks of yellow in its feathers and had a bright yellow tummy. This beauty caught my eye IMMEDIATELY. It had landed so perfectly on the ramp in front of the door, in perfect view. I whisper yelled to my mom, pointing at the bird, trying not to startle it and make it fly away before she got a chance to see it, but she told me she could see it through the curtain. I see this bird and decide to tell my mom about the hummingbirds I saw at my apartment complex. She says that hummingbirds and canaries were my grandma's favorite kind of birds and I didn't really know what the hell a canary looked like so I googled them right then and there. Low and behold, the bird we had just seen perched so majestically on the ramp, was a canary! My mom said that it was probably my grandma letting me know she was near and having my back. That truly made my heart smile because I still miss my grandma very much and I am constantly waiting for a sign for her. I was always thinking my sign would be a visit from her in a dream but I like the birds a bit more because it allows me to see these wonderful, vibrant birds that I had never seen before and consoles me in knowing that my grandma is flying free in Heaven and has still found a way to send a message to me; a message that she knows I would look into. I say a message she knows I would look into because these birds are fascinating to me and I believe in the power and symbolism of animals so I like to look up what their sightings mean and it's always something that I need to "hear" and how they fit directly into my life at that time. Thank you, grandma. Thank you for not forgetting about me. I know our family is big and you have to make your rounds, but I thank you for giving me a sign that everything is going to be alright.
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February 2020
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