The Story of the Thrush

by Rosemary
(Devon UK)

Our youngest sister Ruth passed away on the 21st December 2007 after a battle with breast cancer. We are a very close family and this was devastating.
Ruth had requested that her ashes be scattered at the Old Man of Gugh on St Agnes on the Isles of Scilly off the coast of Cornwall.
My sister Irene & I took flowers and trinkets to lay under a stone at the Old Man of Gugh in September of this year (2010).
Afterward we sat in a garden at a tea place, at a wooden table & benches, of which there were several. We were talking of Ruth and reminiscing of the good times with her, when a thrush landed on the table. He looked from one to the other of us, with very intense eyes, and was not at all interested in crumbs we threw on the floor, he just kept looking at us & seemed intent on what we were saying.
We than proceeded to the Churchyard of the Church on St Agnes, where Irene wished to lay her flowers. We sat on a bench determining where the best place was to lay the flowers, when a thrush landed by the wall in the sunshine his beak pointing to the ground. So Irene laid her flowers there and I said 'I do believe Ruth has been with us today@.
But the most amazing experience was the following day when we went to the Church on St Marys to visit Harold Wilson's grave.
The Church was in a beautiful spot overlooking the sea. We sat on a bench and I said out loud 'If you are here with us Ruth, and you have the energy, please send the thrush', I repeated this and in five minutes as if from nowhere a thrush landed at our feet looking at us , and then flew across the water as if to say 'see how free I am'.
This story is true and we think amazing. Especially the thrush who sat on the wooden table looking at us, as if with Ruth's eyes, and I can still see it clearly.
The last text Ruth sent Irene & I 2 weeks before she died, was about a thrush she had seen in the garden. I still have the text, and truly believe our sister Ruth was with us that day. How wonderful to know that.