Today is very special for my wife and I as our son is getting married. The marriage, wedding reception and evening get together is taking place in an hotel. The photo above is the view from the opposite side of the road to the hotel - Fistral Beach. What could be more perfect.
I, therefore, won't be much around the blogging scene this weekend.
Though it's a happy weekend it also has a tinge of sadness too. On the way to the hotel we have to pass through the village where our daughter is buried. When we went to check out the hotel we stopped at the church and my wife sorted out the flowers while I rinsed the headstone.
As we left and closed the gate to the cemetery a white feather floated down from nowhere and dropped at our feet. I have mentioned white feathers in previous posts, links below. My wife automatically said it was our daughter saying 'thank you'.
Sometimes we lose people we love and the space is often filled, which helps. In our case we now have a wonderful daughter-in-law who has given us the most beautiful grandson - he's now nine weeks old. We are so happy that they are in our life.
Sometimes the white feathers remind us, however, never to forget those who have gone before - I believe they are always with us.
White Feathers Comfort The Bereaved
White Feathers And Perhaps A Deal With An Angel