I took Mom to the cemetery to replace the urn flowers for my grandparents, father and cousin on Saturday. I was hurrying up the road to get the car from the parking area (I drove her to each site, so she didn't have to do much walking) when I heard this singing bird. I grabbed a couple of quick captures. It was only after I uploaded the photos that I realized it was the gravestone of my Great Aunt and Uncle. A coincidence? I choose to think not.
“Coincidence is God's way of being anonymous.”