And We're Changing Our Ways..

A few years ago, on the 3rd of October, on a clear Autumnal morning, I was thinking about the loss of my dad, all those years ago on this day. The sun was rising over the hedges as I sat in the traffic heading to work.

As the ache in my heart got a little heavier I turned to the passenger window, and out the window, sitting on the hedge, was a Buzzard. The Buzzard was staring in the window straight at me. In that moment I thought, "There's Dad". I smiled and went on my way.

In years that have passed, I see Dad occassionally, normally when I need to see him, just as reassurance. The buzzards that fly high above the fields, waiting to swoop aren't him. It's only the ones who sit and nod as I go past. My wee family all think I'm a bit mad, but indulge me and will tell "Saw your Dad on the way home".

So tonight, as I left work, I looked to the hedges all around, expecting maybe him to visit on this sad anniversary, as I drove from the car park, there was a buzzard right above the hedge, and I stopped and watched, waiting to see if he would come down and say Hello. But he didn't and I drove home, thinking, no sign, has he gone?

And then as I drove in toward the house, the sky did this, as the sun bid me goodnight, and I thought,

"Hello Dad".