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Celebrating Dad's Life

Updated: 3 days ago



My father died on February 9, 2024.


Before I got the call about his passing, I went for an early morning run. 


It was still dark.


I saw something in my path on the sidewalk. It was a black bird.


I wondered if it was injured.


The bird was not moving.


I pulled out my phone to snap a photo.


The moment felt special.


The bird stood confidently before me, but then it quickly flew away.


Upon passing the space where it had been, I heard a loud chirping in my ear. Piercing.


I thought of dad.


My mind shifted quickly.


"If anything were wrong, I would have received a call."


I decided my anxiety made me think of him. He was fine.


"Keep running."


I briefly passed a cemetery on my route.


The run ended with a vibrant pinkish-purple sunrise in the faint distance.


I captured the image.


The photo pales in comparison.




I walked through the front door and assembled ingredients for my post-run shake.


The phone rang.


It was my aunt telling my father had just died.


I can’t explain the feeling, but the message I received on my run that morning was special, clear, and consistent.



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