I lost my husband just over 2 years ago.


He was older than me but gave me security and love for my two young children, after I had been through a horrendous marriage and divorce.


We bought a thatched cottage, something we discovered we both had dreamt of.


The name of the cottage was Christopher Robin.

我们将小屋命名为克里斯托夫 · 罗宾。

We lived there for 25 years and the evening after my husband's funeral I was alone in the lounge with French doors open to the garden.


There was a scratching sound and I looked towards the doors and a robin was bobbing around, then flew into the lounge, perched upon the TV in front of me, looked at me.


I was worried about him and moved and he then flew into the dining room and then upstairs into our bedroom.


I quickly opened the window onto our lovely garden and he flew out.


He seemed to know and feel comfortable in the cottage.


I knew then it was my late husband saying goodbye and that he was at peace.