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).