Over to my left I saw something that was kind of creepy. Maybe not creepy, but made me ask if this was really happening? In a large empty space of green grass, pooled in the middle were a flock of black crows. There must have been a hundred. Maybe more? Less? I didn't sit and count. Didn't know if I was going to be pecked to death. Keeping my distance, I started to walk along a winding cement path. Through the trees and around the grass the flock of crows followed me. Or coincidentally flew at the same place that I strolled, despite the ocean of land all around me.
Then a back of a tomb stone caught my eye. Beside it was another tombstone that was also very familiar. I calmly strolled around to the front. I knew. I'd found him. I've seen pictures of his tombstone before, and there was no mistaken this was Bruce's. To the right lay his son, Brandon.
During the time I was taking acting classes back in college, I'd wondered if Bruce had any children. I never thought to find out before. Bruce had two, and his son was an actor. It was sort of finding out that Jesus had children. And yes, I loved reading the Da Vinci Code. I dreamed about working with Brandon. Soon after, a tragic accident resulted in his death. So sad.
In front of the grave site a marble bench sat. An engraving lined the edge of it, but I don't remember what it said. I paid my respect, bowed three times, sat on the bench and had a conversation with one my idol. Yes, call me weird. Then it happened.
A single black crow landed on a tombstone next to Brandon's.
I looked at it. It looked at me. I know what you're thinking. No, it didn't talk to me. Nor did I talk to it. Now, when this was going on, I didn't time it. But the crow sat there for a long time. Long enough for me to be weary of my vulnerable eyes. Suddenly...it attacked me. I got up ran away, flailing my arms.
It kept looking at me and, moments later, flew off. Moments later, I left. The whole experience was surreal, spiritual, and it's been something that I've wanted to do, and done it.
So you're saying the crows and crow landing by me was a coincidence. Perfectly understandable. On my last day, I went back to the cemetery to say one final good-bye. I entered Lakeview Cemetery. There were a lot more sparrows and not a single crow.
I flew back home feeling a connection, energized, with a pretty cool story to tell my dates. Oddly enough, they don't continue seeing me. Hmmm.