Messenger of Memories

Each time the flash of blue catches my eye, I pause. The world could be rushing on, but in that instant, I remember him. The bluejay, bold and unafraid, perches like a messenger, reminding me that love does not end, it simply changes form. His presence lingers in the laughter we shared, in the quiet strength that steadies me, and in the small, unexpected graces of each day.
Winter branches cradle this little bird, adorned with pinecones and ribbon, as though the earth itself knows to mark the moment of remembering. The jay’s song becomes a thread, stitching the past to the present, and whispering that I am not alone. Though seasons shift and time presses forward, his memory remains alive — as certain and bright as the bluejay against the snow.
"But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him, and his righteousness to children’s children." — Psalm 103:17