The morning a robin landed on my car — and how I felt my mum again
Three months after I lost her, an ordinary Tuesday changed everything.
My mum and I never needed a reason to talk.
She'd ring about nothing — a bird at her feeder, the price of strawberries.
When she passed last spring, it wasn't the big days I dreaded.
It was the ordinary ones. The Tuesdays.
For weeks I reached for the phone before I remembered.
Grief isn't one big wave. It's a hundred small ones, at the most ordinary moments.
Then one morning, sitting in the car before a shop I didn't want to do, a robin landed on my wing mirror.
It just sat there. Looked at me. Stayed far longer than birds ever do.
And I heard my mum's voice as clearly as if she were beside me.
Because robins were her thing. "There's a robin, Ellen. Make a wish."
It turns out I wasn't imagining it
I looked it up that night, half-embarrassed.
I found thousands of people who'd felt the exact same thing.
For generations, the robin has meant one thing: a visit from someone we've lost.
There's even an old line for it: "Robins appear when loved ones are near."
Cardinals after a husband passed. A robin on the morning of a funeral.
Different birds, same feeling: they're not gone. They're near.
The thing I didn't expect to want
I wanted to carry that feeling with me.
Not at the grave — on the ordinary days. The Tuesdays.
A friend sent me a small robin necklace, with a card that read the very words I'd just discovered.
I wear it every day now.
When I miss her — in the queue, at the sink — I touch it, and she's near.
It isn't jewelry, not really. It's a way to keep her with me. See the birds →
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Here's what surprised me when I chose mine.
Hardly anyone picks just one.
Most of us aren't carrying one person. We're carrying a few.
A mum. A dad. A grandmother whose hands you still remember.
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Lost my dad in February. Cardinals were always his. Bought one for me and one for my sister — we both cried.
Sent the dove to my neighbour after she lost her husband. I never know what to say. This said it for me.
Mum always pointed out robins, exactly like this. In tears at the school pickup. Ordered three.