" My specail story of the Mourning Doves"

It started out a very beautiful day, colorful spring flowers where in bloom, the grass in peoples yards was almost a emerald green, the ski was a clear blue with the sun out and warm, but not hot, it was June 15, 1990, I had just returned to work from being off almost 3 months from having my beautiful baby girl Amanda. I called Mom to see how Dad's night was, he was home and dying with "C" the day before I told him I would come by after work with Amanda, and he shook his head "No" "No, you don't want me to come by?" I asked curiously, he shook his head again but this time in "Yes" "O yes, you don't want me to come by?" shook his head no frantically with a look on his face"Alright, lets get this straight...do you want me to come by with Amanda?" a stern yes was nod, it dawned on me..."No, your not going to be here?" and his little bald head shook yes again, 'yea, you will" I cried.....it was about 6:30 a.m. and I called Mom, his blood pressure was 60/90, and I knew the time was close for him to leave this world that he suffered in for 8 months, I went about my work at the hospital, it's called denial, 15 minutes later I got a phone call.."Annette, it's your Mom" "She probaly wants me to do something for her after work, before I come over" I talked to her on the phone for a few, and said "O.K" the nurses all looked at me, and I continued to do patient care, and it hit me then, I fill to the floor in a patients room and bawled so hard, nurses came running, for they knew what happened, they called Larry and told him about my Dad's passing to come and get me, we went straight to Mom and Gilbert's place, I walked straight into the room, shook Gilbert, and demanded for him to wake up, he never woke.....there was a family of Mourning doves, living in their awning, and the Mom and Dad had tried for weeks to get the babies to fly, Gilbert and I would watch them together, the babies had out grown their home, but they were not leaving, they finally left, they left on June 15, 1990, I was sitting out side on the step when the mortuary came to get Dad, I would not allow them to put him on that crickety gurney, I did it with love and carefulness, and sang song of praises and thanked God for allowing me the honor of having this man in my life.I pushed my dad to the hurst and closed the door.I sat on the step and cried, like I never cried before, I happened to glance up at the family and the family looked at me and left. Since that day these beautiful God given birds have always had a very special place in my heart, and no matter where I live, there is always a family that lives with me for a few months, infact I have one now, that sits on the electric wire across from my house, and every evening I go out and wave hello to it, I love to hear them coo, its a calming sound of love. If I have shared this with you, I wont apologize for repeating it, I want you enjoy it and know of this storey every time you see one.

I LOVE YOU GILBERT!