Roberta Marie O'Neill Bradley passed away in June of 1998. She was my mom. She died from cancer. Shortly before she passed, she asked for a feather. After she passed, feathers started showing up in strange places. 12 years later, they still do... You're welcome to follow along.
Monday, October 31, 2011
ALL HALLOWS EVE FEATHER - by Vern
I was on the road quite early this morning, traveling into the dark
greyish morning sky just before sunset. I was on my way to an early
morning 12 step meeting. Knowing that it was All Hallows Eve, I spent
some time chatting with Roberta. Asking her questions, making some
amends as well, asking her favors, of course! And then, how
coincidental is this, I rarely visit Roberta's
grave, but today, my life's journey literally took me by the cemetery,
so, of course, I stopped. As I stood at her grave, I reflected back on
my early morning conversation and started to laugh and said out loud,
"You know, for all the times I have visited your grave, there's never
been a feather here." The words were hardly out of my mouth and right
there on the grass next to the top left corner of her marker was this
little feather. Then a train whistle sounded TWICE!! So what do you
think? Thanks to all my loved ones who continue to watch out for me.
Boo! Trick or treat! And, Dad, I wish I had a set of stairs I could
block with a wet paint sign just to honor you and everything about you!
The things I understand now, but perhaps then, didn't, and the things I
still don't get!!