The Goose

Yesterday we were at my mom's celebrating her birthday - but we got a sign from my dad, which was the greatest gift of all. My dad loved watching geese, and loved goose hunting in the fall. We were standing outside on the back patio, when a goose flew over us. The goose was no more than five feet over our head, and was noisly honking as it flew over us. We could almost literally have touched it! My mom said - "that was dad!" And we all knew that it was.