The story.
They know the story as well as their own:
When he’s close, when he wants us to know his love, William’s white feathers appear.
A tale told to a grieving mother, wanting to hold on to any piece of her baby
and passed onto the brother and sister, in the hope that they may know him a little.
A story.
That’s all it probably is,
not a truth
not fact
but in the magic of the season,
in the pure innocence of childhood,
today,
when they came to me with dozens of the pure, white, downy beauties
that they had found scattered in the yard,
today
I just had to believe.
So beautiful! It is lovely to have your heart lift with that reminder of his closeness. I am so happy for you, and happy that they can know his presence too.
Beautiful.
Xxx
I can only echo so beautiful, so magical. (hugs)
That post truly touched my heart.
It is bizarre I am finding these feathers in my car a couple a day and they are from nowhere.
How beautiful Tiff. Yes, I truly believe God allows those we love to touch us from the beyond when we need them most. I can think of no more beautiful way for God to allow a wee baby to touch your heart than through the beauty of this soft and elusive feathers.
William is probably saying, “Don’t be sad Mommy. I did not leave you. I have gone to a more beautiful place to prepare for our reunion someday — then we will never, ever have to say goodbye again.” The others will know William then, in all his strength and beauty, and there will be joy and peace like we have never known here on this earth.
Hugs and kisses from Kathleen in Memphis
What a heart-lifting gift you and your children were given. Whenever I am feeling close to my daughter, privately (a mother’s wistful wonderings), someone inevitably posts something on her guestbook or contacts me by email. It’s bizarre. It seems always to happen, even 6 years later.
Stories they may be. Coincidences, meh. They are still profound. Your photo too is gorgeous!
I believe………I believe…….
He is never far away.
hugs
That teared me up Tiff. And I too believe William is watching over you guys.XO
Beautiful.
This is William, saying hello and Merry Christmas to his family.
I believe! I believe! It’s beautiful and magical
*sighs*
Oh how beautiful
I am somewhat new to your blog and had never before noticed the link on the side to William’s story. I just went there and read what you wrote and weeped for you and your loss of your little boy. I am so sorry……though I know those words can hardly come close to any comfort for you.
How wonderful for those feathers to have been there today and I too think your little boy was sending you a message of love and comfort o you.
Oh they are beautiful sweety. I believe too. xxx
Magic.
No question, of course he’s with you. xx
An abundance of feathers, an abundance of love. This is really precious.
This is the second feather post I have read in 20 minutes – and both so beautiful.
What a wonderful gift to give your children. My older brother died in childbirth and I often think it would have been nice to know him, if only for a moment.