My name is Wanda Rosseland, I’m from Circle, Montana. How I found comfort after [my husband] Milton died was always through God. He always stood beside me. And the first time that I realized he was going to do that was really not long after Milton had passed away.
I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes, and the window looks out here on the deck, and my sister was sweeping the deck. And she went in the house to get the dustpan and opened the door, and I saw her open the screen door and step out and look down. And I thought, “Oh, that’s kind of odd.”
And she bent down, and reached out and picked up something off of the deck that she had just swept. She held up her hand, and in her hand was a feather about this long. And she looked at me and she smiled and I smiled and said, “Yes, the angels were here.” And so, that’s kind of the way I have found feathers ever since.
