I have an interesting story to contribute here:
I have an aunt named Teresa, and she is my aunt by marriage. Long before she married my uncle Kevin, she and a girlfriend were sitting at her kitchen table. They were talking about whether Teresa should continue her relationship with Kevin, as it was getting rather serious, but Teresa was recently divorced and was unsure of how to proceed. As they are talking, a blue-tinted feather drops out of the air and lands on the table. Teresa and her friend are both like
. They could not figure out where it had come from--she had nothing with blue feathers in her house, and they were the only two in the house when it appeared. Teresa picked up the feather and kept it.
Sometime later (a few weeks? months? I can't remember for sure) Teresa mentions the feather story to Kevin, telling him how weird it was that this feather just seemed to drop out of the sky over her dining room table. When she showed him the feather, my uncle started to cry. When he was a child, my grandmother had been washing some feather pillows. Kevin was in a hurry and needed some blue jeans washed, so he just threw them in with whatever else was being washed without looking. The jeans had turned the feather pillows blue, and there were blue feathers everywhere. My grandmother had been very upset and Kevin had always felt bad about it. When he saw the feather Teresa had, he knew it had come from the pillows. It was like my grandmother's way of giving them her blessing to be together.
I never knew my grandmother, as she died before I was born. It seems like such a silly story, but for those few of us in the family who know about it, it makes us feel good to think that my grandmother is still able to see what her family has become and to get to know those of us she never met in life.