I love hawks. For some reason I have always felt a
connection with them. When they made their comeback on Long Island I was very
happy. Many times on our way home from work I would spot a hawk either soaring
or perched atop a light pole. I would always point them out to Frankie…even
interrupt our conversations to bring attention to it.
Frankie was patient but didn’t miss the opportunity to break
my chops. Looking at me with that look he had, half smiling and saying “Okay
Hawk Man!”
Since the day after his passing, hawks have made appearances
in our family and friends yards, perched on decks, etc. in places that you
would not expect to see them.
Tonight was the ultimate sighting for me. On my way home
from work, driving east on the Northern State Parkway, I spotted a hawk flying
out of the woods to my left. It flew across the westbound lanes towards my car
on the eastbound side. When it reached my vehicle it veered to its left and
flew parallel to my car. Not a strange thing
normally, however this hawk was flying low. Just barely above my car. And it
kept turning its head and looking at me. I smiled and thanked brother hawk for
the insight that a message was coming and it flew upwards out of sight. Just up
ahead the traffic came to a complete stop. I sat there in my car waiting to
move and lo and behold, the hawk landed on my hood. We sat there for a few
seconds, staring at each other. It seemed like an eternity. I moved, and it
flew away into the woods.
I cannot explain this at all. It is by far the strangest and
most heartwarming thing that has ever happened to me. Definitely a sign!
Thanks Frankie!!
