The Crows
Many of you may think I am insane. Others may believe or have heard. When Al and my mother passed,…
The Crows
Many of you may think I am insane. Others may believe or have heard. When Al and my mother passed,…
Many of you may think I am insane. Others may believe or have heard. When Al and my mother passed, my husband and I were driving. Crows circling the car when one came swooping down at us and hit the windshield cracking it.
I knew the story. I love the culture of animals and life. Within a certain amount of days the story goes that someone you love dearly will pass a way. Within the time frame our mother passed.
Years later when our father passed I went outside when the funeral home came to pick him up. I just couldn’t stay inside. Once outside I heard such a loud shrieking I had to cover my ears. It was piercing. I looked up into the trees and they were black.
Black because hundreds of crows took over. This lasted about five to ten minutes and then they were gone. Earlier this year my daughter let me know that she had seen the crows. Within the correct time frame a family member passed a way.
Today I went outside like I said I would yesterday in my post. I decided to walk to the mailbox. I noticed the familiar sounds and looked up to see crows flying in circles over our home. I would guess there were probably between 20-30 crows. They would sit in the near by trees and then circle over the house and then go back and sit and chatter ever so loudly.
I grabbed my camera and took the photos. I know this is old superstition tales from many years ago; but I also know from my own experience of what happened to our parents.
Edgar Allan Poe is famous for his poem the Raven. I have placed it below along with the photos I took. I hesitated writing this post, but I decided to go for it anyways, because I do believe.
[First published in 1845]
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door – Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! – `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting – And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting |
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Friday the 13th, don’t step on a crack, you might break your mother’s back. Don’t go under a ladder. Don’t cross the path of a black cat. Don’t make any big decisions on this day.
How many things have you heard about this superstitious holiday? Do you believe them, or do you laugh? Were you more fearful as a child than you are today?
Do these small words influence your thinking? I know they do for me, and it is not even a willing thought, it is habit of creature. Some things we learn as a child stay with us all through our lives. Without intending to, we can even let these superstitions rule our lives.
For me, this year on this superstitious holiday, I have had good news. I had fought with three of Al’s doctors, demanding through tone of voice, and numerous phone calls, to please consider giving him a new medication, that will actually help him in dealing with his every day pains. I don’t know if they got sick of me calling, or they knew they were backed up against the wall, with nowhere to run, but one finally gave in.
We hopped in the car, and drove to the pharmacy to pick it up. The pharmacist said Al could take the pill, but he needed to eat something with it. Al looked at the lunch counter, and I took his non-verbal cue, and we went back and had lunch. Al getting his routine food, a breaded cheeseburger, cheese sticks, and a diet cherry coke. He even ordered himself a slice of sugar cream pie for dessert. I had a whole wheat toasted egg salad sandwich, and some apple salad, and a small diet coke. After he ate, I gave him the hopefully, pain cure.
He didn’t hesitate at all, and only ask me what it was he was taking, and I explained it was to help his pain, and that is all it took, and he took it with no argument. It has been about forty-five minutes, and so for now, I am just keeping an eye on him, as it is a pain-killer in a different class of medications he usually takes. I always keep an eye on him for a few hours when he starts a new medication, pain or not. You just never know the side effects until you try them.
So today, I didn’t take notice of any cracks, or black cats, or ladders. I just took notice, that I was praying without thinking, giving thanks to our Lord for this new opportunity to help ease All’s pain. I didn’t notice that the sun was beating down hard, that there has been no rain for weeks here, and that the temperatures were still rising by afternoon, now being 93 degrees.
The car was quiet on our ride home. I was smiling and thanking God, and I know in my heart, Al was wishing and maybe even praying that he was going to be more comfortable in a while.
Friday the 13th? Superstitious? Maybe to some, but for me, I choose not to play the game for today.
I want to give credit to Kellie, who has given me one more chance to write for her exercise, Free Write Friday. Thank you Kellie!
http://kellieelmore.com/2012/07/13/fwf-free-write-friday-fright-write/