posted on Aug, 12 2016 @ 11:24 AM
To me he was the blue owl with a name I couldn't pronounce...until someone called him Woody...
That's when he became real to me...
And later, in posts, his mother called him Nick.
As a mother who lost a son...as a mother who's lost a son.........
I've been seeing owls everywhere. At first it was a surprise, but then it was too painful. Stop it! Stop it!
But now I see him, both of them, smiling in the owls.
Thank you, Woody. Thank you for being so generous, so alive, even now. Thank you for that unbearable pain of Love.
Enjoy your freedom.