The first time I saw you as a heron, I was running on the Broad Ripple Canal, deep in thought and worry. Running was my therapy, my best way to pray, Although I didn’t know it then. You’d been dead a few years, Dad. I missed you achingly and it wasn’t going away. You were always my biggest fan, there when needed throughout my life. Before you died, though, we were becoming more. I was more vulnerable and open, and you were like a wise friend, asking the questions, being less of a directive father. And then you were gone. A heron was a strange choice. Most would have guessed a bear, standing tall, occasionally growling loudly, arms open wide in the proverbial bear-hug. A heron is a skinny bird, quiet, still, often balancing on one leg. Skinny, quiet and yoga-like were not you, and you were still only when napping. But I guess a bear in the city wasn’t going to work. And yet that day I saw the heron, I recognized you. We were both standing still, and you saw me. Not the sweaty shorts and t-shirt clad guy trying to catch his breath. But the young father, the oldest sibling, the struggling man suddenly alone and confused about life. You—as the heron—saw me. And in that moment, a weight fell away and I knew I’d be ok. You’ve visited me since that day: On a frigid muddy path in North Carolina, during a sad and lonely time. On a boat in Key West, seeking joy after a painful divorce. On our dock at the lake, honoring you at Big Ray Fest. And many times since in daily life, when I’ve needed to know that I am unconditionally loved. Almost twenty-three years to the day you left us, you visited again. This time it was hours after Mom’s passing. On a beautiful sunny winter day, the first one we’d had in weeks. Down by the river, where the water and ice sparkled magically in the cold. Knowing that my heart was broken, you had a message: “It’s ok, she’s with me now.” And with grief and sadness still hanging around, I felt peace just knowing.



Ray, this is so lovely. I’m so sorry for the loss of your mother. The one time I met her, she exuded warmth. It was so tangible.
I have lost both my parents as well. Last week I was vacationing in St. John, and everything about island life and nature reminded me of them.
Take care of yourself, my friend. ❤️
Love this! So sorry for your loss and thanks for sharing this beautiful piece 🙏