The White Feathers Begin In June of 2016, my wife Henny and I sat side by side in a small Mormon church, gathered for a celebration of life. We were there to say goodbye to Henny’s younger sister, Rosie. Like so many funerals, the room was heavy with grief. Soft hymns played in the background, and the air itself seemed weighed down by loss. We listened as people shared memories, searching for comfort in words that never quite feel like enough. As the service continued, something happened that neither of...
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Before I tell you our story about the white feathers, I want to ask you a few questions. And I don’t want you to answer them out loud— I want you...
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