tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post1506477883198857311..comments2024-03-25T09:56:16.164+00:00Comments on An Awfully Big Blog Adventure: My Grandmother, a Robin and an Angel by Mel DarbonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-88442923115744689782019-02-13T21:31:56.890+00:002019-02-13T21:31:56.890+00:00What a beautiful, beautiful post. Thank you.What a beautiful, beautiful post. Thank you.Anne Boothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17160915179685300264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-26801446763986940432019-02-13T11:18:50.923+00:002019-02-13T11:18:50.923+00:00Oh, my, that's wonderful! My mother-in-law was...Oh, my, that's wonderful! My mother-in-law was a similarly exceptionally kind and caring lady, and as she was dying in hospital with my husband, her son, by her side, I went to her house to telephone her other grown-up children. I opened the door to find a little greenfinch trapped inside, flapping against the staircase window. I made those hard phone calls to tell three people that their mother was dying, and then needed to head back to the hospital. But I paused, saying to the greenfinch, 'You'll have to come to me if you want me to let you out.' And it did. It flew down into my hands, and I set it flying free. I wasn't surprised to find when I got to the hospital that my mother-in-law had died at just the time I set that bird free, all her children holding her in their hearts.<br />There's more in Heaven and Earth, Horatio ...!Pippa Goodharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17709422048047155208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-952032456603685392019-02-13T10:10:12.702+00:002019-02-13T10:10:12.702+00:00What a lovely story, Mel! My husband says that ev...What a lovely story, Mel! My husband says that every time he starts digging in the garden a robin comes to watch him, and he's right (though cynics will point out that the robin is hoping he'll dig up some worms!) Now I wonder if it could be someone watching over him - or possibly it's because his name is Robin... Lynne Bentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14412874594191347503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780182174577095197.post-82092011445309156992019-02-12T19:16:52.685+00:002019-02-12T19:16:52.685+00:00Your grandmother was obviously a very special and ...Your grandmother was obviously a very special and compassionate person.It's wonderful that you have such lovely memories. I've always thought birds are special little souls and birdsong is my favourite sound - so comforting and pure. My own grandmother loved them, particularly robins, and tended to them in her garden too. As I've got older I've got more and more drawn to watching and listening to birds. I have cds and audios of bird song and often listen to them whilst writing/working - and even when I'm driving sometimes!! Thank you for sharing. So lovely to read.Hilary Hawkeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12573780178193323715noreply@blogger.com