Dad used to have this parrot named, Ruben. This was his favorite pet and he loved that bird as though he had birthed it himself. My dad cried when that bird died. He had a feather that belonged to Ruben and kept it sticking out from the side of his bathroom mirror. I remember me coming over to clean and every single time he would say, "Now don't touch that feather! It belonged to Ruben. I want to keep it exactly where it's at." Haha, as though I didn't remember him saying it the first time. So, because of the meaning that keeping that feather had behind it, when we went to bury Daddy's ashes, I had them open the urn and I placed that feather in it along side him.
Ruben
Megan Brewer Oct 15, 2008