I have written several posts on my 67 Not Out blog about white feathers, the first one being White Feathers Comfort The Bereaved. The 'coincidence' story that follows, from Yvonne, is in relation to that post. I say 'coincidence' but there is really more to it than that.
"I wanted to say thank you for your posts about white feathers and how they sometimes can help the bereaved.
I had recently lost my sister and was feeling very down. I decided to go for a walk and outside my front door there was a large, almost fluffy white feather. I probably wouldn't have given this any significance but for your blog.
For some reason I felt I should visit my sister's grave. There was a bus stop nearby and as I reached it a bus, which passed by the cemetery, pulled up. I got on so I could visit the grave.
At the cemetery I could see another woman standing near to what appeared to be my sister's grave.
This woman turned out to be a childhood friend of my sister and I who I hadn't seen for ten years or more. She had read of Maggie's death and decided to pay her respects.
That was a big enough coincidence until I noticed that on my sister's grave was another white feather.
I'm not sure if this was a message from my sister but it helped me, as did seeing our friend at the graveside. I would have missed seeing her if I hadn't decided to get on that particular bus.
Since that day I have seen several more white feathers and they always bring a smile to my face."