A month ago a friend wrote in a Facebook comment that seeing a feather is a sign from a loved one who has passed away. I had never heard of this and thought that it was a nice idea. I have wished on several occasions that I would get a sign from my grandmother who died a few years ago. I think of her often, so as I read the comment on Facebook, I said out loud, “Granny, if you’re with me, let me know”
The very next day I found a small white feather on my kitchen table. It made me smile and think of my grandmother. For the next two weeks I came across 4 additional feathers. I don’t normally have feathers around the house so this struck me as odd, but each time I acknowledged my Granny’s photo with a “thank you”
This photo which was taken in 1943 when she was 26.
I love this picture. She was fabulous.
The day before yesterday, my sister and I were talking on the phone, telling funny stories about our grandmother. I mentioned the feathers I had been finding and we both agreed that it was a strange coincidence. Later that day, she left me a voice message. Her dog had come over and sat in front of her and my sister noticed that there was something white stuck to her dog’s nose. As she picked it off, my sister realized it was a small white feather. When I called her back, we were both convinced that our grandmother was sending us her love.
Yesterday I called my mother who was traveling to New York for a few days. When she answered the phone, she mentioned that she was at the cemetery visiting Grandma. I thought it was strange that I just happen to call at this moment so I began to tell her about the feathers that I felt Granny was sending. She thought the coincidence was remarkable too.
Last evening, my mom called and was excited to tell me that a small white feather was found earlier that afternoon during a visit to the house that my grandmother had lived in. I’m still smiling and I am sure my mom and sister are as well. Thank you Grandma.