When I look at this funny looking little owl I can’t help but smile. It’s as if Rodger has come to pay me a visit. With his stern face, pants riding too high, and arms firmly planted at his sides the little bird looks just like him. And just as it was when Rodger was here, I wonder what thoughts he finds impossible to express.
I believe our loved ones who have passed stay near and sometimes send us a reminder they are watching over us. That may be the case here or it may be only my imagination. Either way it doesn’t matter. I see him today and I am smiling. He is free to soar.