My son died 12 years ago. Today would have been his 45th birthday. I had a lot of trouble dealing with his death. I’d cry every day driving home from work. He died in June, by Feburary, I was still crying in the car.
On his birthday that next year, I, as usual, was barely able to see the road. I was stopped at a light a few blocks from home. Out loud, I said, “Michael, You need to do something to make me feel better.” At that instant, a bald eagle flew across the street in front of me. It made me feel better.
Here, in the Pacific Northwest, we have eagles. They are mostly in the mountains, beaches and the outlying areas, not so much in the city.
This morning’s eagle was in a tree right outside my living room window. It made me feel better.