Someone once told me that if I were to see a white feather drift down in front of me and land on the ground, it was a sign that there was a Guardian Angel watching over me. This actually happened to me at one of the most important moments of my life, only a few months after my mum died through a cancer related illness. I was slightly surprised to find that my faith grew stronger after mum's death, for I knew that she was with God, still watching over me, still mothering me. I miss hugging you mum, but our love is too strong ever to die.