I am now five years older than he was when he died. It doesn't seem possible to be older than my big brother.
The red-tailed hawk has become symbolic of Rick's memory and when I see one I feel as though Rick is with us for that moment. It makes me happier than sad.
I saw a beautiful hawk a couple of days ago, perched on a light pole along the Route 28 on the way home. The traffic was stopped and so I was able to watch him for a while and soak in his beauty and feel Rick in my heart. I like to think that Rick sent him.
I love you Rick and I miss you brother. And I hope that you happy now. Keep the hawks coming.
This photo of this wild bird was taken at the WildCare wildlife rehabilitation facility
in Noble, Oklahoma.