It followed us to the cemetery, circled the gravesite about 4 or 5 times and flew off to the West. Fast forward five years, my fiancee died.

In the crock of the tree there sat a hawk. A hawk literally slapping me with his wing and flying overhead.

It sat there the whole time I was outside and as I sat there I just had this sense that it was there to comfort me. One day we even stopped to watch 3-5 hawks just flying overhead. As I was admiring the river, I noticed a hawk flying beside of us over the river.

A couple of days after I went to my back patio and beside my house is this large oak tree.