This morning was starting off beautifully...until the mail came in. I received letters that did not offer great news (won't go into it); I ran out of the apartment in tears. Sobbing, I looked at the heavens and asked God for help. For Him to guide me. I also asked for Him to bring John to me either by a hug or a flap of a wing. See at the burial a hawk was at the service and didn't leave until it was over. During my ride to Florida whenever I looked out and saw a hawk I knew it was him and the same happened at the balloon release.
Wings spread wide, the bird appeared, circling above me three times. I almost passed out with joy. I exclaimed my thanks and held the image tight in my mind, holding onto the nearest column for support. I returned into the apartment and handled the business at hand.
This may seem hokey but to me it meant the world to me. My life is in God's hands, I have faith that with Him I can do this.