Prior to his death, his room had been cleaned with the expectation that he would be coming home from the hospital. His old mattress and box springs were replaced with new, the room was vacuumed, the pillows sorted and replaced, and so forth.
After he died, we kept finding feathers all over the house. There was one morning that Mom called me into her room, kind of bothered, and pointed to a feather which was inexplicably laying atop the keyboard for her computer.
I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for it. Vacuuming Dad's room missed some of them. There were two active cats in the house. Air currents and so forth. That explains the ones elsewhere in the house, but how did one get onto the keyboard? Mom's desk had a keyboard shelf that slid out, and when the computer was not in use it was slid in and under cover. No matter how I slice it, the most bizarre and unlikely set of circumstances had to have taken place just so for that feather to be where it was found.
Since Mom died, the same has been true for bobby pins. I have been finding them, periodically, as we cleaned and renovated the bunker. The supply had finally dried up after we got the computer room and the rest of the main house done, and it had been more than a year since I found one.
Friday afternoon I was working in the basement, trying to get the old stereo moved out of the way, using physical labor (at my wife's direction) to distract myself from my troubles. I was working on a stretch of floor that had been cleaned of stuff, and cleaned again, and then vacuumed. I needed to sit down and use my legs to push a piece of furniture back into place, and I saw a bobby pin sitting on the floor next to me.
I picked it up and it was clearly one of Mom's. It had been used; the lacquer (or whatever the coating is) was obviously aged. It should not have been there; there was no logical way for it to have been. There had been no boxes or bags or anything near there. It could not have dropped from the ceiling. I'd vacuumed the floor after the last time I cleaned the basement so it could not have been left there from before the place was cleaned. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for it.
And maybe--just maybe--it was Mom telling me that everything is going to be okay.