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Not Forgotten

September 21, 2006

Thanks to our amazing friends who did all of the planning, sparrows played a big part in Will’s funeral service, and have been wedged into our conscience before and since. Besides the above painting, for which our children have always had an uncanny affection, they just seem to be around every corner.

For some reason, I wanted to ride in the hearse to the funeral home. And for some reason, the funeral director wanted to take some circuitous route to the church, rather than the interstate highway I would have chosen. So that while riding in the car, making that strange small talk that always happens between two people moving a casket, I had to smile as we drove right by a familiar and touching spot from the past.

And then today, while waiting for some new tires to be installed on the car, we wandered into one of our favorite stores, where The Wife happened upon a beautiful necklace depicting a sparrow in flight (yes, we bought it).

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3 Responses to “Not Forgotten”

  1. I love you and I don’t even know you. I think of you and pray for you often.

  2. Nana says:

    You forgot to mention the day the shades were nearly drawn and the windows only slightly open, when, in flew a lone sparrow. As it winged its way to the skylight and settled back down to rest, it glanced at the surrounding quiet, dark room. Finally, the sparrow departed throgh the narrow window opening. As I pondered the signifigance of this special visit, Tim glanced down and noticed a stain of white bird poop remaining on the ottoman! What does all this mean?? Nana

  3. Oh, that’s right, Nana! I’ve been meaning to write about that amazing experience– thanks! It was actually the first morning we were home without Will, and Stacy was unintentionally awake for what would have been his 7am feeding.

    I think I’d better leave the interpretation to others. I’m afraid all I can muster is that God is watching out for us, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t get crapped on.

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