The day after my mother’s funeral, I had to go back to work. I felt alone and sad but had to get on. I rushed out to my car, placed my things on the seat beside me and then looked up as I started the engine.
There on the windscreen was a single and very beautiful, perfect white feather.
Sitting alone in the car, I started to smile & to cry. On her anniversaries, and beside her grave, I have seen the same. A single white, perfect feather.
In an international group on Facebook today, others mentioned similar experiences. Finding a single white, perfect feather.
I wonder how many others have had this same experience?
UPDATE: in the first 10 minutes of this post, I had around a dozen people give me similar stories.