One day I was taking our dog, Lobo, for a walk. As we were crossing the park, a beautiful white dove landed on a branch nearby. I was spellbound. The sight of the dove took my breath away. I stood there for several minutes as we intently gazed at each other. Never before, or since, have I seen a white dove in the wild. I would have stayed there watching until the dove flew away, but Lobo was anxious to move along and kept tugging at his leash. I kept walking backwards as Lobo coaxed me along, not taking my eyes off the dove. His gaze never left me.
Any time I see a white dove, it always makes me think of my father. He lost his life in an accident in the mountains of Peru. Witnesses at the scene of the accident reported seeing two white doves rise into the sky from where his body finally rested. I was only a few months old at the time. I never had the privilege of knowing my father.
I continued gazing at the dove as I walked to the far side of the park and he finally faded out of view. I never saw him fly away. Was it a heavenly visitation? I will never know, but I was deeply moved by the experience and it left me with a sense of total wonder. It will always remain a cherished memory I will never forget.
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