I was my grandpa's favorite grandkid. He has always coddled me on his way because my father was past away so young. After I left the city for my education he always asked my mother to visit me but he was so old to travel. Just before I had a phone call of his knell I saw a pretty orange little bird. The bird didn't run away from me at all. I got close and took a picture. Later in his funeral, my uncle sends a picture of the same kind of bird at the graveyard. After I searched for the bird, it was called Robin Redchest and there is a saying that people who past away 'visit' the living through these little ones.