Okay, so I might have jumped the gun a little bit by saying that the bird was a canary! I think it might be some kind of warbler bird. I looked up the different types, like the one I seen, but there were so many kinds that it was hard to pinpoint. Nonetheless, whatever kind of bird it was, it was beautiful and I still believe it was a message from my grandma. I say that because of the bird's bright yellow belly. Yellow was my grandma's favorite color and we had all decided to wear yellow for her funeral. I remember describing my family and I as looking like "rays of sunshine" for her with all this yellow we had one. I don't even like the color yellow, well at least I didn't, but I've come to appreciate it. The color represents all kinds of positive things, such as mental clarity, hope, happiness, courage, and so many other things that yellow is associated with. These are the little joys I love learning about. In addition to possibly seeing the "wrong" bird, I did have this dream about my grandma. She wasn't actually in the dream, physically that is, but rather an article of clothing from hers that played a significant role in the dream. In real life, as we were all going through her house and grabbing our own little mementos of hers to hold dear, I got one of her knitted hats that I like to wear sometimes. In the dream, I wore it out to this talent show type thing and I had left it in this office. I was freaking out because I knew how special it meant to me, while everyone else was telling me that it wasn't a big deal to worry about, but they didn't know the background of the hat so they thought it was something that was easily replaceable. It was not and will never be. I end up going back to the office the next day, hoping no one grabbed it up, and there it was. It seemed to glow as I found it and my heart felt so warm at the sight of it. I wrote about my grandma sending me all of these subtle signs, and even though I want to see her actual smiling face in my dreams, I know she is still around, watching over our family, and that these signs are for me to discover as a part of my journey and to know she's close by. For that, I am forever grateful for all of these "little" signs I receive. I love you, grandma Bay. You are my angel bird, soaring high, in the sky.
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