Lily, died in August last year after a long battle with Alzheimers.
I sat and held her hand, talking to her and sleeping next
to her for six whole days, 24 hours a day. I loved her very
much and knew I was sort of her favourite.
she passed, I asked her to give me a sign when she got to
heaven (she could not respond as she was semi conscious).
After she was gone, I went outside her room to let my other
relatives have a moment with her. I looked up toward the sky
and said in my head, "If you're OK, show me a white bird,
or even a white feather, that I can't mistake is meant for
that day, at my house, I was standing outside with my Dad
and my uncle, crying, when about a hundred cockatoos flew
about one metre above our heads. They were so extremely close
that if I had reached up, I could have touched them all. They
just came out of nowhere!
you don't have cockatoos in America so I'll briefly explain.
They are large WHITE birds that squawk really loudly. The
other amazing thing was that they were not making a sound,
not one of them! All you could hear was the flutter of all
really low over our heads and then flew into the trees surrounding
our home. Once in the trees, they started to squawk and lots
of feathers began to fall from the trees. I was seriously
overwhelmed, but filled with peace at the same time. (Dad
was a bit freaked out!)
no question in my mind that it was my Nan soaring above us,
showing us how free she now was. It was dusk and there was
a beautiful sunset of pinks and purples, and it was just one
of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Thanks, Nanny.
I miss you.
Sept. 1, 2005