Awwww, thank you for reading, and for your kind comments.
You see this as a positive post....! Bless you!!

Lone hawks,
murders of crows.
Why not, Niko?

Why not Niko visiting you via the feathered friends?

Butterflies hover and feathers appear
Whenever lost loved ones and angels are near

You commented two years ago:

My mom, the Bible-believing Fundamentalist, doesn't see "signs" from lost loved ones.
Honestly, I wonder if she really believes, deep down, At ALL, what she tried to instill in us - hope of heaven, faith in God and justice, and a reward for all our suffering, in some next life.

But I see flocks of goldfinches (yellow = Kelly, just as purple = Julie), and I feel a flicker of hope.
Or a goldfinch of hope.
Hope of what...?
That death is not the end?
That our loved ones do live on, not just as some newly recycled part of the Greater Good, but with some sentience and self and identity and remainders (had to get a math term in) of who and what they were in this life?

Sorry. Clearly, even after all this time, I'm not done mourning, and not ready to write again.
THANK YOU for reading and commenting, my dear friend!