2003, we lost our youngest son, Max, in a horrific house fire.
The day before the fire, I was watching Max shooting basketball,
so I went and joined him. He suddenly stopped, looked towards
the house, and said, "Look, Dad. There's Nana." [That's what
he called my mother who had passed away several years before.]
looked, I saw a beautiful red bird on the kitchen window sill.
It stayed for a while, and then a smaller baby-like red bird
landed beside the larger one. Then the birds took flight together,
did a spiral-like maneuver and flew up and away.
after his burial, his mother and I were having a very difficult
moment. We were trying to find a place to live. We were outside,
and just a few feet away a baby red bird landed in a mud puddle.
I started really crying when a larger one joined the baby
bird. I told his mother about the moment shared with Max just
before his death, and she started sobbing and telling me that
this beautiful big red bird had been coming to her kitchen
window for about a week. It wouldn't move even while she worked
at the sink and washed dishes. I told her about Max calling
it Nana and about the baby red bird joining the bigger one.
We truly believe it is a messenger from heaven. We have regular
visits from them.
wild twist to the story is this. I told my father about this
just before he passed away a couple of years later and I asked
him if he got to heaven before me to prove that my red bird
story was true. He became very ill and we took him to my sister's
house to receive hospice care. I told my red bird story to
my sister, but she thought I was imagining things.
my father's time was drawing near, so my sister and I left
Dad with my niece while we make his final arrangements. As
we walked down the sidewalk, a large red bird landed just
a foot or two in front of us. My sister looked at me and we
laughed. When we arrived back at the house later, we walked
into the den where his hospital bed had been set up. My niece
was sound asleep on the couch beside Dad's bed. I looked at
Dad and saw that he had passed away while we were gone. My
sister ran to the bathroom sobbing, and then I heard her yell,
"Come here, oh yes Jesus, come here now!"
into the bathroom and she was pointing at the window and crying
and laughing at the same time. I looked and there, sitting
on a tree limb which was almost touching the window, was an
adult red bird, looking in as if he had something to tell
us. And now my sister is also a believer in God's little messengers
Jan. 16, 2011