The first time I visited Dwight's grave after his marker was put up there were turkey tracks on top of the headstone. Later in the year, Beth told David that turkeys said gobble, gobble. David told her the sound that turkeys make and it's an exact replica of the sound that Dwight would make calling up a gobbler. I know in my heart that people can't remember the love and people around them at two years old so I hope other people remind the boys how much their Poppy loved them. At Christmas time. Paul was taking his kids to see the lights in Sherwood. Paul pointed out the partridge in the pear tree and Parker told him that bird was a turkey. I hear turkeys in the woods which is surprising since so many new houses are being built near by. On one particular hard day, I pulled over to pray for strength. Strength to take care of his boys and strength to live the way he would want me too. When I looked up there was a gobbler and five hens in front of my car watching me. Some people see cardinals as a visitor from heaven. I'd like to think that turkeys are my cardinals. My sisters found large shells on Sanibel Island that are called turkey wings. I looked for hours on the island and never found one. We left the island to go to Vero Beach for a wedding. Dwight enjoyed visiting my aunt and uncle and would have loved the informal wedding of their daughter. The wedding was on a beach on the Atlantic side of Florida and when I walked the beach the morning of the wedding, I found the turkey wings. Several of them. I think they were sent to me and I put one in my pocket and took it to the wedding. After two flights and a three hour drive through rain and fog to get home, there was a turkey waiting on me in the driveway.
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