Visit from mom

On my way home from Florida, driving on the freeway, I noticed I was heading into a gigantic black and grey storm. So, I quickly stopped at a rest stop to prepare for what was to come. As soon as I got out of the car, the raindrops started to fall. I ran in and then back out to the car, knowing the dogs would also need to go. As soon as I got into the car, the rain grew heavier. I was hoping for a break but Faith started to bark, letting me know she couldn’t wait. So, I threw on their leashes and ran them out to a covered picnic bench, hoping they would do their business quickly. As the rain was pounding down and I was pleading for a quick “go potty,” I noticed a cardinal sitting on a small chain link fence to the right. I squinted my eyes and thought, “Am I really seeing what I’m seeing, and why is it just sitting there in this torrential downpour?” Just then, a loud thunder sounded, and the three of us ducked. I looked back for the cardinal, but it was gone. When I got back in the car, I remembered a friend telling me that when you are visited by a cardinal, it is actually a visit from a loved one who has passed on. It was a few days later when my sister reminded me that it happened on Mother’s Day