My daughter and I have candid conversations about things, such as God and his engagement in our lives, death and more. She knows that I believe that feathers are a sign from those that have departed. She gets excited every time she sees one. Quite frankly, so do I.
Recently I've found feathers in unusual places in our home. And while I could explain them away (we do have one or two down pillows), I choose not to. I CHOOSE to believe that they were placed in my path to get my attention; to ensure I know that there's loved ones on the other side saying, "Hello"; and to gently remind me that there's more to life than that which we see.
The other day while she was getting ready for the day, my daughter randomly asked if I'd send her feathers when I die. (We had not seen feathers recently or discussed them.). My answer? "Absolutely!" I told her that I'll be attached to her like glue and I'll send feathers all the time.
This conversation made me conscious of the fact that everyone's days are numbered. It also made my heart melt because my kid is so much like me. I have confidence that when I do depart this earth, she'll be looking for signs from me. I sure as hell will be sending them.
Be open to what comes.