Reading the posts brought back a memory I would like to share with you. My brother Ray was diagnosed with lung cancer in January of 2000.
My SIL was either in denial or just didn't know how to cope with the fact that my brother was not going to be around much longer. She did not want to have hospice or a private nurse so my sister Lois left her home and husband in Texas and came to stay with them in Iowa to help with his care.
Each weekend, I left my family here in Kansas and drove to Iowa to give my sister a break and spend time with my brother. During one of these visits my sister and I went to the store and while we were in the car we made a pact. If anything happened to either one of us , we would let the other know that we made it to the "other side". We decided the "sign" would be to see a feather somewhere that you least would expect it. We returned from the store, put the groceries away and Lois sat talking in hushed tones to my SIL and I sat next to my brothers hopital bed in the living room stroking his forehead or rubbing his feet to help make him comfortable. All of a sudden I see a WHITE feather falling from the ceiling! I thought I was losing it. I kept trying to get my sisters attention without interupting her conversation with my SIL all the while my eyes were glued to this feather floating from the ceiling. Finally, my SIL looks up and says " how odd, I wonder where that feather came from?" My sister and I broke down crying.We truly believe that our mother was "with" us in the car and heard our conversation and wanted to let us know that she was close and on the "other side" My brother died the next day. On June 11th, 2000 I woke up and as I started to make the bed I found a white feather at the foot of the bed. I probably would not have seen it but it was on my red robe. I decided to take a shower and then call my sister to tell her about it. While in the shower, I received the call. My sister had died.
We did not know until the autopsy that she had cancer and it had spread through her entire body.
Now every time I see a feather I remember.