My father was a gardener/groundsman pretty much all of his working life and he adored his garden more than anything. One day I asked him what his favourite flower was, to which he replied, without hesitation, the Scented Peony.
What about the Robins then?
A couple of days after Dad passed away I went up to the Nursing Home where he spent the last week of his life to collect his things.
I had never truly appreciated how much nature I was passing by in the grounds of the home and how beautiful the setting really was until the day I returned after Dad had left us.
On looking up at a group of small trees and large shrubs in front of the entrance door way, no more than 5 feet away from me, sat a bright red breasted Robin singing at the top of his voice.
There is a belief among many that Robins are our loved ones who have passed away dropping in to say hello. It was such a comfort to me that day, and for the first time I walked in to the home with my head held high knowing that Dad was finally free.
Dad had suffered from Vascular Dementia.
It really isn’t important whether the idea of a Robin being a carrier of the soul of a loved one who has passed away is pure superstition, or as my brain well knows a simple case of a timely coincidence, what does matter is that sense of love and feeling that those simple moments bring.
You can make a donation via this page to Dementia UK by visiting my father’s Tribute Page the link for which is below.
Thank you ♥