作者: Rosinna Black | 2019年01月12日 00:45 | 0 人觉得有用
I lost my husband just over 2 years ago.
He was older than me but gave me security and love for my two young children, after I had been through a horrendous marriage and divorce.
We bought a thatched cottage, something we discovered we both had dreamt of.
The name of the cottage was Christopher Robin.
我们将小屋命名为克里斯托夫 · 罗宾。
We lived there for 25 years and the evening after my husband's funeral I was alone in the lounge with French doors open to the garden.
There was a scratching sound and I looked towards the doors and a robin was bobbing around, then flew into the lounge, perched upon the TV in front of me, looked at me.
I was worried about him and moved and he then flew into the dining room and then upstairs into our bedroom.
I quickly opened the window onto our lovely garden and he flew out.
He seemed to know and feel comfortable in the cottage.
I knew then it was my late husband saying goodbye and that he was at peace.