Today I had a special experience. I went to the local cemetery to visit my parents' grave. When I was a child we had a housekeeper at home... Maria... a German woman who was like my second mother. She died 30 years ago and I did visit her grave at the time, but because I haven't lived here for almost 30 years, I didn't know where her grave was. I was sitting on a bench at the Calvary and was thinking about her. Suddenly, about 40 meters away, I saw a white feather fall from the sky and land on a certain spot. I walked over to it and the feather was on Maria's grave... Angels help us!

Think how much we miss.