A robin comforted me at my parents’ grave | Letters

2026-02-02 - 16:35

Readers respond to letters and Amy-Jane Beer’s Country Diary on the death of loved ones and wildlife visitations Regarding the letters (30 January) in response to Amy-Jane Beer’s Country Diary (27 January), after our mother died I visited my parents’ grave to check on the gravestone to which her name had been added after our father’s. It was midwinter with deep snow, and I arrived to find a robin perched on the stone. It didn’t fly away, but jumped down to the ground and then hopped on to my shoe. I was even able to touch his head. After a while he flew off. My father’s name was Robin Eden. Tom Eden Midhurst, West Sussex • I was also moved by Amy-Jane Beer’s Country Diary about her sister’s death and the comforting visitations by two birds. At the funeral service of an old friend a few years ago, we filed out of the crematorium to the strains of The Lark Ascending, one of his favourite pieces of music. Guess what was the first thing we saw and heard as we entered the crematorium garden? Lesley Atkinson Newbury, Berkshire Continue reading...