Birds. I like birds. On July 10, 2020 around 11:30 PM, as I kept a vigil at my Mother’s side, I experienced a rare moment during those two days to be alone with her. She had been in a coma since we brought her home, with family and friends visiting and saying their goodbyes. My chair was up against her bed and I laid my head by her head. I whispered in her ear, “Mom, I’ve heard stories about people coming back to visit after they’ve gone. I want to let you know that I’m okay if you want to come back and visit me. Nothing spooky or scary though. I like birds.” Just a few hours later, she left us. As her sisters gathered at the house to see her one last time, Ray, my brothers and I were sitting at the kitchen table. No one else was in that kitchen when a water bottle falls off the counter. My older brother half joking said, “Mom, is that you???” I responded with I just told her that she could visit but nothing spooky or scary, I like birds. As soon as those word
