A very interesting occurrence has been happening since I moved back to North Carolina. I am living by a river and about once a month when I am driving (anywhere within 5 miles of my house) I have looked up to see a blue heron flying. Every single time this reminds me of my grandfather. He loved herons. In fact, at our lake house we often would look at these birds together and I once even drew him a picture of a heron that remains framed in the lake house today. My grandfather passed away nearly 12 years ago but I believe that his spirit is near when I see those herons fly over.
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