My mom passed away from pancreatic cancer July 1, 2010. My dad, after being married over 51 years, had a difficult time dealing with her absence, of course. On the 1st anniversary of her passing in 2011, I went to their house and saw that the empty hanging basket (empty except for the Spanish moss insert)on the front porch had a mourning dove in it. This basket was hanging outside of Mom's bedroom. Now, mourning doves had become a particular symbol to me for Mom, because they used to serenade her on the roof above her bedroom every morning. After her passing, I saw doves everywhere, more so than usual. So, this was meaningful to me and to my dad. It eventually flew away leaving an unhatched egg behind, which we ended up having to throw out unfortunately. One month later, on Dad's birthday, another dove appeared in the other basket outside of Dad's den window. This time, she didn't leave an egg, she remained with 2 newly hatched baby chicks. We named them Ricky and Lucy. Momma Dove allowed me to climb onto a wrought iron bench to snap photos of her and her chicks. She NEVER moved and never made a sound, just seemed that eye followed me around. Eventually, Momma left and never returned, leaving her chicks behind. (Again, quite symbolic.) They managed to find their way onto the porch railing, then to my mom's wicker rocking chair, where she spent many a cool evening bird watching. This was more than a coincidence, this was a sign. Kind of like a message telling us she was OK. And for the first time in a little over a year, we knew inside she was.