The Perfect Day To Find A White Feather On Her Mother’s Grave

Over the years I made a life for myself in New Zealand and eventually got married to a wonderful man and was happy for 27 years until he sadly died in April of 2011.

It was a sad time but along with my brother and his wife we decided to take a trip back to England to see where we were brought up as young children, and also to visit my birth mother’s grave in North Shields.

I remembered the name of the cemetery but when we visited we were unable to find a headstone bearing my mother’s name. There was an information office so we asked the assistant for help. The only thing we could tell her was our mother’s full name, we weren’t sure of dates or anything else.

After about ten minutes the assistant returned and said she had traced my mother. She asked me if I knew what day it was. I stupidly replied, “Wednesday.”

“No,” she said, “I mean the date.”

I answered that I wasn’t sure.

She said, “It is the 15th of May. Does that mean anything to you?”

I told her it didn’t.

“Today is the date your mother was buried here at the cemetery.” She added, “You must be here for a reason.”

I don’t know why I chose that particular day to seek out my mother, after travelling all of the way from New Zealand. It must have been meant to be.

~ Barbara J.

P.S. I have to add that there was a large, but straggly, white feather on her grave.

2013-05-02 22:30:43

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