A touching, but nevertheless funny, story today from Ma61 following her reading about white feathers on this blog.
"I just stumbled upon your postings here, and this is ... a coincidence, or a synchronicity!
My dad passed away a few years back and we all miss him terribly. My two brothers and one sister keep a close eye on our mom now that dad is gone.
I just turned 50 and for my birthday my sister and mom decided we should go to New York as a "girls vacation" and I've never been there. My mom paid for the trip saying it was a birthday gift from her and my dad.
The first night there we went to see a show at the famous Radio City Music Hall. One of the scenes in the show surprisingly involved a character "flying" overhead and dropping of all things white feathers down on the audience. There was a problem however with the actor distributing the feather out of the bag, and they ended up coming out in a BIG CLUMP of white feathers all at one time ONLY on top of my mom, sister and myself!
It was quite a scene (and a mess!). We each took a feather as a momento of that time together. My mom does stained glass and as a humorous gift presented me a singe white feather encased in a bevelled glass display.