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My Bluejay.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • May 29, 2025
  • 2 min read

Updated: Jul 9, 2025

I always thought Bluejays were bad.


I always imagined Cardinals as the good ones.


The ones that symbolized reincarnation and were meant to show love and as a symbol of those who had passed.


But I realized something.


When he got too sick for me to care for him and he was not with me, all I saw were Bluejays.


It made me weary.


I saw so many in fact, that I looked their symbolic meaning up.


I came to find out that...


Bluejays represent good fortune, strength, guidance and change.


Lord knows he did all of that for me.


So after that, I looked forward to seeing Bluejays.


In my mind, it meant he was close and checking in.


I even told him this, and we laughed about it.


We laughed a lot.


And I mean a lot.


He had a great sense of humor.


Anyways...


He fought the battle, but I will never let him lose the war.


He deserves so much more than that, and I will give it to him a thousand times over.


My heart has been shattered into a million pieces.


So to my Bluejay, please forever know that when I see one, I see you.


And I will know that you are reminding me that you are there to lead me down a path of guidance and good fortune.


Hey you!


I also know that when I see two Cardinals, they have a different message, one that is protecting and guiding me as well.


Hi Mom and Dad!


Still here fyi (Barely)!


I guess God said the aviary needed some more diversity.


I just wish he didn't need diversity this much.


So, to yet another angel God has collected from and for my life; you got your wings my love, but yours my sweetheart, are blue.


Just like your eyes, gorgeous.


I hope you can continue to guide me as I feel so very lost right now.


I love you I love you I love you.


Kissy kissy Kissy.


Always.


Xoxo,

Cynthia.



 
 
 

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