The Robin’s Song

It’s spring once again. Our part of the world is turning back towards the sun; trees are leafing out; wildflowers are blooming. Robins are again singing to one another. And, I believe, also singing to those who are grieving.

Before my daughter Lori died, I was under the misperception that only the English robin had a glorious song. That smaller, red-breasted scalawag of a bird delights all who hear it, and I had felt that we in the United States had been short-changed when they’d misnamed its larger, boring American cousin the same sweet name. All I’d ever heard our robins do was cheep!

Then one June day, almost a year after Lori died, during one of the darkest times of my grief, my ears and heart flew open with surprise at a song I heard outside my window. I distinctly heard, in the midst of my pain, a bird singing loudly and clearly, “Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheerio! . . . Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheerio!” I went outside to see what marvelous bird might have been sent to sing to me. I could barely see the bird at the top of the neighbor’s poplar tree, so, while hoping this exotic, magical bird wouldn’t fly away while I was gone, I went to find our binoculars.

Rushing back, I could hear the bird from each room in the house. After adjusting the binoculars, I was truly amazed to see one of our “boring” American robins come clearly into view! As he continued singing clear as day, “Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheerio!” I marveled at this special message and wondered if my robin was the only one who sang these words. So I looked it up in my Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Birds and found that my robin was not an anomaly, but that robins are considered “the true harbinger of spring, singing “Cheer-up, cheer-up, cheerily.”

I stood there that day filled with wonder. I wasn’t hearing things; there it was in the bird book: “Cheer-up, cheer-up, cheerily.” I thought to myself, “Cheerily . . . No, that isn’t what I hear.” We had lived in England for a year and our family, especially Lori, who loved to put on an English accent, often said “Cheerio!” to one another when we meant, “Goodbye” or “See you later!” There was no doubt in my mind as I stood there listening. It WAS cheerio. Lori could have found no more perfect way to try to cheer me up AND say “hello!”

Nine springs have passed since then, and although I will always deeply miss Lori’s physical presence in my life, those darkest of times are thankfully now mostly in the past. It is spring once again and as I hear the robin singing so hopefully in the highest branches, it takes me back to that summer day, and I smile, remembering. And I think of all those who are now in the darkest depths of their own grief and pray they too will hear this lovely song.

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Comments (5)

  • I lost both of my children at different times & from different causes. It never gets “easier”. I realize that a person has to live with the hand they are dealt no matter the details. CF helps some but the daily grind of hearing everyone else talk about their children & family events is painful! I’m 77 now & feel assured I will be with them again in Heaven. but Earth is so lonely!)

  • Love this story! After my daughter Marissa died I had a dove that came and sat on the railing of my deck for many days! I felt like it was Marissa touch in with me. Today, for the first time in a couple of years a dove came back to the railing! Marissa knew I needed a visit today! Thank you for sharing!

  • Dear Genesse, So special to see your name and read your reflection. i have a new app and robin was one of the first birds i heard and identified!
    You were such a blessing to me and my family. i especially remember the walks. I still bring new people to meetings but lost track once the meetings moved from Lucas Valley

  • The Robin story is a beautiful story and you are blessed to have had such a wonderful experience on a dark day. I too have had such days of despair after my son passed 5 years ago. I was struggling pretty bad about my mom and son who passed a year apart from each other and as I was just hoping for a glimpse of something I looked out my window and I had 5 cardinals sitting there in my yard and I was in shock. I sat there and just cried but felt that all of my family members I had lost were all trying to tell me that it’s going to be okay. We know your pain and we are here with you. My son was in a fatal accident one mile down the road from home and I pass the crash site everyday but while driving I always see a cardinal fly in front of me. I often find myself in a daze when that somehow catches my eye and I snap out of it. I don’t know how much of this is coincidence or a sign from heaven but I chose to believe it’s my boy looking over me. It warms my heart and keeps me going. “Trust God’s Plan” JHOforever17.

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