From Keran –
Since my dad passed away I have noticed one robin who seems to come very close to me.
When I am gardening it will fly to a foot away.
Other times it follows me down the path as I fill up the feeders. It sits on the washing line and moves in the wind.
The nearest it has come was when it flew by me and moved my fringe! I always make sure there is food and water for the birds.
What a magical story. I am sure that little bird gives you comfort, and of, course, you two seem to be connected somehow. There is a poem I like and part of it is –
from body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought
here is the link to the complete poem