Leslie went out to feed the birds yesterday morning. "That was so strange," she said as she walked back into the living room. "On the way to the bird feeder a hawk swooped down right over my shoulder. That has never happened before."
A moment later she sat down at our kitchen table and looked at her phone. The message came in, almost instantly. Melissa Ross had passed.
"She has left us," Leslie said. And then she said something about the message and sign from the hawk which I can not remember perfectly and will not paraphrase at this time. I didn't catch it at first, it was cryptic.