(Image by Veronika_Andrews)
My mother’s favorite bird was a cardinal. It also happened to be our state bird, so anytime she saw one she took a picture to add to her scrapbook. After she passed, I looked for cardinals everywhere I went, so I could feel her close to me. A cardinal just landed on the porch as I sip my morning coffee, a tradition my mom and I had every Saturday. I know she’s still with me.