Then a coyote came running across the field in front of us. A lone coyote, it continued across the road and ran across the field on the other side of the road.
It felt like a message from Lev, as we have felt before with crows and owls.
Yet I don't really believe in these signs and whether you believe or not it doesn't help. I've sat in enough grief groups to know that a belief in reincarnation, heaven, spirits, etc. is cold comfort for a parent grieving the loss of an older child.
But it was nice to feel connected for a moment.
On another note, we heard yesterday that a friend (or rather acquaintance) of Lev's from boffing, Asher, killed himself a
month ago. He must have been 16, and as far as we have heard they don't know why. The daffodil queen also killed herself last week a few days before the parade, and we just recently drove by the memorial for the 19 year old who died in the drug influenced car accident at the trestle on Sapp Rd right near where Lev had made a little stone path to cross the creek on his way home from school. Although my hwart feels numb, I do understand the tragedy for those parents...
We are in Canada for the weekend. Though I am pretty sure Lev got the meningitis in the US it still brings back some strong memories, even though it is a different part of Canada.
