robin

Is it possible for the soul of a deceased person to have entered into the body of a bird, and to issue forth from that body a stream of poignant musical notes?
In each of the gardens belonging to my mother, my youngest sister, and myself, a robin sings, delivering a song of such vibrant sweetness, such tender lyricism, that we each, in our gardens, experience a flood of emotion, a reawakening of the passionate longing for the gentle man who was our mother's life partner, our father.
Yet, during these moments of unspeakable loss, there is to be found consolation. In the bright tumbling notes of the robin's song can be heard a refrain that pierces to the heart; "I am here, I am here".