From the time Kaitlyn was a little girl to the end of her life, if we were ever in a parking lot that had seagulls on it sitting and flying around, we would ponder over this. We live one hour from the beach, why would seagulls be in a parking lot so far away? We would notice this mostly in the K-Mart parking lot. We would feel sorry for them, knowing they were existing on trash and bits of thrown out food. How and why did they get so far from home? We decided they were displaced. Sitting there on a hard parking lot, landing on something that perhaps looked like the sea, but once arriving to the surface finding it a hard, hot surface with no fish to live on. All her life we would see this and say, “Poor displaced seagulls.”
I hope you didn’t feel like a displaced seagull Kaitlyn. Existing in a place that looked like it may have been just for you, only realizing once you landed, it was far from the place that you belonged. Now, you are in another place flying high somewhere I hope, and happy with your wings spread wide, soaring and diving for the food that will sustain you. I love you.
I will always think of you when I see the seagulls. Always.