"True Dove", epilogue:
Loss of this particularly close ambassadorial feathered friend was followed by Ken and I having our lives changed...
Then in October last year, we went to a rented lodge in a well known Suffolk holiday park. Forest surrounded us. Deer walked up to the patio windows. Tall pines of the mixed canopy reminded us of my art project which was in progress and which was themed around El Rocio in Spain.
The lodge catered for disabilities. We sat outside, enjoying the Autumn sunshine of East Anglia. I photographed a smiling Ken. We drank glasses of Fino there, reluctant to go indoors.
Next morning, I painted by the big lake in the park with Ken beside me sitting on his strollater. We had known each other for a lifetime. Aged 89, he still admired my work. We talked about our travels as man and wife:" That view there could even be in Canada." We spoke of Dove-Dove as we enjoyed having birds all around. I asked if he was getting cold...
By the next morning, I was a widow. The painting is not for sale.
Just a week or two after Ken's funeral, a young man who I had never met before, approached me in a local café: "I've got to tell you. When I first walked in and saw you sitting there all alone, a voice inside my head suddenly said,' She'll be alright. The angels are watching over her'."
Then I remembered everything in a flash. Neighbourhood disputes, defamation, persecution, emotional or physical pain... but true Love never dies to part us. I saw the mental image of Ken smiling in James Cooke Wood with me holding an angel in my hand.
Tune in for next "episode"/extract about Dove-Dove later. I last changed this here 10/Nov/2018. There will be useful ideas to share for wild or pet bird care...and I will publish the whole thing around here again.
Martine Norman 2013/14.[epilogue 2017]