Birds of a Feather

The very last phone call I had with Connor, he was at his fraternity house doing laundry.  We were talking about anything and everything like we always did. I miss our calls so much.

While we were talking, I remember him marveling at a gigantic feather he found on the ground.  He told me it was massive and sent me a picture.  This is the last picture he ever sent me.  He went on and on about the feather and where it could’ve come from.  And I let him go on and on because I loved talking to him.

Fast forward to about seven months after he died and I was out walking with a neighbor.  We were talking about Connor (as I always do) and I looked down to find a feather.  A little one, but right there in the middle of the sidewalk screaming “look at me!”    I immediately picked it up and recalled that last phone call.

Fast forward again to around the one year anniversary of his passing. I was at the beach for a couple of days so I could try to clear my head.  While walking along the shoreline thinking about Connor and all the things that reminded me of him (and there's a lot of that at the beach), I came across a random feather laying there in the sand.  I picked it up, smiled with tears in my eyes and took it home to add to the one I found on the sidewalk.

Now, I’m sure these are coincidences that I've seen these feathers while thinking and talking about Connor, but I chose, instead, to believe they are winks from him in Heaven.  Silly? Maybe.  Probably even.  But I have to do whatever I can to still feel that connection to him. ∞