I went to a park yesterday to take a minute to breathe, enjoy the sunshine and near perfect temperatures, and tase (Think About Something Else) thoughts about work that might invade one’s time off, etc. This is all part of tending to your grief, a necessary part of the process. You’ve got to sit with it and in it.
As I sat there taking it all in, the sweetest birdsong became the soundtrack of the moment. The bird had a lot to say, so I reached for the merlin app and discovered it was an oriole. Remember how the oriole flew at my window repeatedly and posed for me a few weeks ago? Hmmmm. 
This one. Would. Not. Stop. Talking. So it had to be Dennis, right? 
I looked up to the tree intently and captured these photos. We went our separate ways after a few minutes. Thanks for the visit, little birdie.