Spirits of the dear departed

Strange. Was sitting on the porch on the morning of los dia de los muertos thinking I hadn't reached my Dad's spirit night before. At that exact moment, a huge crow glided silently off the porch roof, right in front of me. Landed across the street and looked right at me. For a long time.

The crow keeps coming back. Every morning so far. There's two of them. Think the other one might be Dave Shapiro. I asked him to look out for Dad. They never met, but they would have liked each other on the earthly plane. I like visualizing them hanging out together in the afterlife.

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