It's been nearly 2 years now since we lost my father. It wasn't something any of us were prepared for. There was no long illness to lead up to the phone call that made me feel like my heart was being ripped from my body.
Some days I can still feel him with me.
Today was one of those days.
Starting with the crazy urge to call him early in the morning to talk about the weekend coming up, and all the things we have planned. To tell him about my son's first high school baseball game, and how the kids are. There are days still when it feels like it just happened.
I shook off the feeling and went about my day prepping for the upcoming show this weekend, cleaning coops and ponds. And then the oddest thing happened. I walked into the garage to get an extension cord to run the water pump to clean the pond and found this little bird desperately trying to escape through a closed window.
Which oddly enough brought back a flood of childhood memories of my Dad.
When I was a little girl I found a humming bird with a broken wing, which of course I had to save. I dead set and determined to mend this little bird and set it free. I named it Sunny. My Dad borrowed a bird cage from my Aunt, helped me build a nest, and helped me make humming bird food. I was probably only 11 or 12 years old. I was sure I could save Sunny. I'm sure my Dad knew my chances were not good. But he supported me the entire way through. Because that's what he always did.
Of course Sunny didn't make it. We gave him a proper funeral in the back yard.
So when I walked in and saw this humming bird trapped and helpless in my garage, all of these thoughts and images came to mind. I thought surely I could shoo this scared bird out through the open door. But she kept hitting the window over and over. I made my way over boxes and toys to get to the window and remarkably the bird sat on the window sill. I picked her up and took her outside, snapped this picture and let her go on her way.
And memories of my Dad flooded my mind. It was just going to be a Dad filled day.
My sister sent me a text asking if the package she sent came in the mail. So off I went to the mail box, and it was there.
And while I was expecting a gift, I was not expecting this. A beautiful handmade ring deigned by my sister. Which in itself should be expected after all she is a jewelry designer. It's the story behind the ring that brought me to tears.
After my Dad passed my sister and I found a list he had written himself on the back of an envelope in his things. Like so many of us when changes are happening in our lives he wrote himself a list of all the things the changes in his life would bring. On it he wrote "You will always have the love of your children"
From that note my sister designed this ring. Using my father's handwriting to create a little piece of him to carry with me.
My heart melted and the tears flowed and I felt my father all around me.
My beautiful sister could not have created a more amazing and unexpected gift.