The day my father died became the day his girls saw deer differently. They became less prancy, less skiddish, and more spiritual. Omens, but positive. Do they call that a symbol? Or is it a sign?
It’s a story for another time, but deer are now spiritual animals for George’s girls. When we see them, alone or in pairs, our hearts stop but our blood rushes. It’s this inexplicable instant connection that manifests in four-legged form, and it happened tonight to 66.67% of my dad’s true loves. My sister saw two standing in her court as she came home from work. I saw two on my walk home from Trader Joes. And to be frank, I’m convinced that if my mom wasn’t cooped up with a bruised leg the size of a Costco bag of pretzels, she’d have seen two too.
Dear deer, thanks for bringing him around.
And when he comes around, which is a welcomed often, I think of things that double knotted our laces–his and mine. Music. It tied us together.
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