Another dove story from a reader where seeing white doves, following the death of a loved one, brought her peace.
"I would like to share that after my nephew was killed in Afghanistan, I was having a terrible time with the acceptance.
I was sitting outside on the porch that looks over the beautiful desert mountains. There are always lots of birds but never, ever, have I seen pure white birds like the birds which visited me this day.
There were about eleven or twelve of the most beautiful white doves that flew almost in a pattern with each other. They just circled, played, zipped past me almost close enough to touch. They frolicked having a good time.
They were beautiful, they were majestic and I was immediately filled with joy, love and the comfort of knowing it was Sean, it was my nephew. I know that … I know that.
I was so touched by his ability to find a way to express his presence. I have never seen them again. It was a moment that was set aside for me and I am so grateful for that moment.
Some people look at me funny or may even not believe me.
For me it makes the unbelievable believable. It brought me peace."
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