“My mother always loved doves and made me promise I would release them at her funeral. When the day came, I did as she asked, watching the birds fly into the clear blue sky.
“Her loss cut me deep, so every now and then when I would see a white feather in a parking lot or on the floor, I would wonder, fleetingly, if it had some meaning. No, I’d convince myself. Angels and signs from Heaven only happen in the movies.
“One morning as I was taking my 1-year-old granddaughter, Eva, to day care, I rounded a corner and saw a large semi skidding toward us. I hit the brakes, and to my horror, I began to slide on the ice. I closed my eyes and prayed, _Mom, protect Eva! _I expected a crunch of metal, but to my surprise, both vehicles stopped inches before the truck would have slammed into the side near the baby.
“I jumped out and opened the back door. Eva flashed a sweet smile and looked down…there was a white feather in her lap.” —Kristin Rossie, 55, Boston
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