Three months after Kate’s husband died, a hummingbird visited her kitchen window.
Shimmering in the morning light, its colors were very different from the other birds that buzzed around her yard. It hovered in front of the window, as if seeking her attention.
Feeling a strong connection to the bird, Kate placed her finger on the glass. The hummingbird touched its bill to the other side, and even followed her finger as she drew a figure eight. It stayed for a long beat, then backed away. And, with a glint in its eye, darted off.
Her husband had kept his promise.