Morning doves helped me grieve
I live in Glendale, Az and lost my youngest son at only 33 yr. of age on March 3, 2014. An addiction to pain pills and then heroin weakened his heart and even with heart surgery he did not survive. After his death I noticed cooing doves each day and a pair built a nest in a tree by my kitchen window. Their cooing sounds we're comforting to me because as a child in Illinois I had always heard them when visiting my grandmother. I felt as though God was reminding me that my grandmother was there in heaven with my son as well as my mother that I lost in May 2013.
One day awhile back I noticed a baby bird had fallen from the nest and appeared dead on the sidewalk outside my window. My broken heart knows the pain of that mother dove. This morning a group of of doves were resting on the steps and they appeared to be having a kissing festival which is one of their habits. Thank you God for doves.