Her Blue Angel

An oversized bird's persistent attention made her feel that she was being sent a message.

By Katie Bailey Randolph, Rockwood, Tennessee

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Bluebirds were always a source of joy for my husband, Pete, and me. We loved to watch them in our yard, building their nests in the many bluebird boxes Pete had built to accommodate them.

But after Pete’s death from heart failure, I had no interest in bluebirds or anything else. I was all alone, and my loneliness consumed me.

“Come look at this!” my daughter called from the kitchen a few days after the funeral. “Come see this silly bluebird!”

I stayed on the couch. The yard was full of birds in August. What could be so special about this one? Kristi came to me in the living room. “Mom, there’s just something about this bird you have to see.”

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I followed her to the kitchen, expecting to see a bluebird perched on one of the boxes or maybe the bird bath. Instead I found him on the screen itself. He turned his bright blue head this way and that, peering into the house as if he was looking for somebody.

“Have you ever seen a bluebird do that?” Kristi said.

“I’ve never seen one this big,” I said. He wouldn’t even fit in a bluebird box. With his peach-colored chest puffed out proudly he reminded me of Pete himself.

The bird flew to the banister of the porch, then back to the screen door. One, two, three times. Then he flew up to the flagpole beside the birdbath and just sat.

Pete would have loved him, I thought. It was strange to be watching the bird without him. Pete and I had been inseparable since we got married in 1958. We spent even more time together after our retirement, sitting on the porch, cooking dinner, working on craft projects. Now, what did I have left?

Kristi fixed lunch but I couldn’t eat. I could hardly look at the kitchen table, the place where Pete and I had shared our morning prayer each day. I went back to the couch.

Before I knew it, Kristi was calling me again. “Now’s he’s out by the garage,” she said.

Her husband, Keith, had backed Pete’s pickup into the driveway while he swept out the garage. The bluebird perched on the truck’s open window, looking at the front seat as if seeing someone there. He flew inside to the backseat, then to the front, then flew to the window of Pete’s workshop.

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“It’s like he’s visiting all the places that belonged to Dad,” Kristi said.

“Strange coincidence,” I said. Those places reminded me of my husband, but whatever the bird’s reasons for sitting in those places they had nothing to do with my husband.

By the time I went to sleep that night I’d forgotten all about the bird. So I had no idea what was banging on the screen the next morning until I was face-to-face with him. Once again he flew to the porch banister and back three times. Then he took his spot on the flagpole.

For the rest of the summer and well into the fall, the bird was a daily visitor. Every morning he greeted me at the screen door; every afternoon he sat on the flagpole. Somehow his presence made me feel less alone.

Maybe I still took my meals standing at the counter because I couldn’t face Pete’s empty chair at the table, but at least my bluebird was watching over me. He gave me something to look forward to every morning, and something happy to talk about with friends and family.

“What do you call him?” my niece asked me.

“I just call him my Blue Angel,” I said. God used a raven and a dove to speak to Noah. Why couldn’t he have sent a bluebird to comfort me?

One day in December I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Months of avoiding the kitchen table had left me thin and tired-looking. Even my hair looked scraggly. It was time for me to start taking care of myself. I made an appointment with my hairdresser, Retha.

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I too have a blue Angel, I lost my Mom in my twenties and was feeling so down and lost one day and said a prayer about missing my mom. A beautiful blue bird visited me everyday like yours ....I know in my heart he was heavenly sent... beautiful story......God Bless you for sharing...............

I lost a dear friend at Easter 1996. He was more like a brother to both my husband and me. He was only 38, with a wife and 2 small boys. He died from cancer that had spread, only 10 weeks after diagnosis. I had a hard time dealing with it on several levels; however, I knew he was the "lucky one" since he was now pain-free in Heaven, while we all remained in the suffering world. On the Saturday of Mother's Day I attending a church luncheon. There were lots of door prizes, etc. I am notorious for now winning anything, but that year, I won a carved angel, small cooler, fishing pool, and several other picnic/fishing items. I failed to mention that my friend loved to fish, and had his ashes placed at his favorite fishing spot. I cannot tell you how loved, blessed, and how much I felt his presence and God's that day, knowing that day. God showed me through a bounty of gifts that let me know my friend was still with me, and HIM, and reminders that I still have and cherish 18 years later. We are never alone, God has his ways of letting us know he is there with love and guidance.

I believe in the supernatural I,have seen events myself and always went on for the better because of what Iseen or heard with my own ears Im blessed because Ican see Wouldn|t it be great if everyone could see and believe it would be a lot better world.

Goose bumps when I read your article. When I saw your picture it reminded me off my grandma,though there is no resembles in her looks. I hope you inspire others to move forward after you miss your friend in life . Take care