The Feather

On a normal day off, I end up doing household chores - because owning a home means there is *always* something that needs be done.  Sunday, I was in and out of the backyard, trimming a bush, cleaning the patio, just letting Sadie out.  Things were cleaned up and looking good.

Late in the afternoon, I was letting Sadie out and I noticed a feather standing straight up in the rocks. Right where I found Brian on the day he died.  I was shocked and my mouth dropped open, I looked left and right, then back at the feather.  I couldn't help staring as I felt myself covered in goose bumps. 

I grabbed my camera and immediately took a photo so I didn't think I was imagining it.

Today, I checked on Google and found:  "Additionally, white is the color of angels, and thus if you see a white feather, it is the angel feather, a sign of protection and faith.  Seeing a white feather could be a direct communication from the angel to pass a message from your deceased loved ones, that they are well and safe in heaven".

This makes me smile.
I'd be happy to know that my son is safe and well in heaven.

I love you always, Brian!

Love, Mom