I woke up to find a bird sitting on the ledge outside my window as I brewed some coffee the house began to fill with a lasting aroma . I was happy . Gazing out the window the bird stood still and it seemed to stretch out its long wings . I often wondered if it were a lost loved one coming to say hello . It was just four days after my Grandma passed away and I was to be married the day her funeral was planned .I cant leave this house , the memories of her baking and laughing . One night she and gramps stayed the weekend as they did so many times before . She was sick then and I knew it would be the last time I would see her . Grandma was rushed to a nearby hospital later that morn .As the holidays approach the festivities begin and the birds sitting on that ledge has come back again . It never seems to be afraid as it stares through that same window pane .Years have gone by and her memory of bueaty in my heart still remains . And here I sit to watch as the birds continue to sing .