Lee told me such a heart-warming story last night.
He met his mum for lunch yesterday and Lee happened to mention that he’d opened the blinds that morning to see a robin sat in the tree outside our bedroom window. Not particularly unusual for this time of year, but nonetheless.
Lee’s mum also has a robin – it comes to her garden every winter and stays there for the duration of the cold period.
It transpires that Lee’s dad, who died when he was but an early teenager had said to Lee’s mum many years ago that when he died he’d come back as a robin.
I like to think that it’s the same robin, keeping an eye on them both.