Not long after Chester's death, I was listening to Pandora radio on the internet.  On my Bernward Koch station, they played a song I hadn't heard before.  It was called Simply Great.  With how tenderly beautiful the music was, it made me think of Chester.  I closed my eyes and started picturing Chester.  The images I was conjuring up suddenly moved aside, replaced by an image of me sitting in a yoga pose.  Chester was slowly walking up to me, spreading his wings.  A feeling washed over me that he was coming to bid me a final fairwell, an attempt to console me in his absence - Chester's death is the most profound event I've ever experienced, and I'm certain missing his beautiful presence will never diminish.  He stopped at my knees, reaching his wingtips to rest in my hands.  I could feel him enter my mind as we leaned in toward each other.  When our foreheads touched, he offered the full extent of his love and caring.  It was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever known.  It was so overwhelming, I got an unbelievable rush that shocked, almost exploded me back to reality.  And then the seeing was over.

I told Vi about the experience.  It inspired her to do this painting of Chester and me sharing that moment.

You can read the full story of Chester's time with us, here.