When I opened it I found a variety of gift cards, a bright pink envelope that held the perfect "Mother to Daughter" birthday greeting and a plain white envelope with my mom's handwriting on it that read, "I found this right outside the Hallmark store as I was leaving from buying your card."
I instantly knew exactly what was inside.
Instead of opening it, I held it up to the sun so that I could see the silhouette of it's contents.
There it was... a feather.
I burst into bittersweet tears right there on the sidewalk.
David remembered my birthday and as I wrote about on September 3rd, "Perching The Soul," he had found a way to send me some love on my special day.
As I have previously stated, I find feathers in the oddest places at points in my life that I need a bit of inspiration, but other than that first feather that Trish gave to me that sad day of David's funeral, no one else had ever "found" one for me.
I love that my mother was used as a vessel and that she remembered and cared enough to stop and pick it up for me.
The feather thing is something quirky that I thought I only understood, but David added a new dynamic to it all by hitching a ride with my mother's birthday greeting that originated some 200 miles away.
It has been almost five years since his death, but our relationship continues to thrive through alternate means of communication.
Through David's feathery messages, I am reminded of good and helped through the bad.
At the end of the day, I am filled with hope.
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