Ok! Shortly after my dd died, my son's teacher's mother died. We were both expressing our condolences to each other in the schoolyard and he said that a relative at his mother's funeral had said that the dead sometimes leave feathers lying around for us to find. He ( the teacher) was a bit 
about this but when he went home to his locked house 100 miles away from his mother's home he found two feathers on the couch. I was happy for him, and happy that he had told me, as I felt that it showed that his mother still lived on and if she could live on, then my dd could live on.
Still, I got no feathers! On the day of her funeral we had seen the most beautiful rainbow in the sky and dh and I felt it was a sign but if you had talked to a skeptic they would have argued that it was to do with raindrops in the atmosphere and really, we couldn't have argued with that.
I asked for feathers. Then, one day, at the end of winter, on a cold and frosty morning, I opened the back door to the garden. The garden was frosty and the winter sun shone through a pleasant haze. As I threw bread out for the birds, I saw something float ever so slowly down into the centre of the garden. I ran out into the garden in my slippers to the spot where I had watched it land and found a tiny, white, fluffy feather. Since then, I have found lots of them. The odd thing it, that before she died, I never found a feather like it. Big black ones from crows, yes but never tiny white ones.
After that, on the advice of a friend, I asked for signs and I asked for specific signs. I asked to see bluebells, I saw bluebells. I asked to see a pink frog, I saw a pink fabric frog.
A friend on MN had also lost her daughter and was going through a tough time. I asked my daughter, "if you've met T (my MN friend's baby) show me rainbow hearts." I wanted it to be very specific. No point in just saying hearts, because close to Valentine's day there were going to be lots! And rainbows were special to my friend. I walked around shops, I sought rainbow hearts but didn't find them. I went home and logged on to facebook. My cousin had been eating some candy lovehearts and had posted a picture of them on facebook. Rainbow hearts! I copied the picture, showed them to my MN friend and explained that I had asked for this sign for her. It made her day. I emailed my cousin and told her her photo had made someone's day and she said she really didn't know why she had posted that photo, the idea to take it had just popped into her head.
My daughter's name was Sylvie-Rose. I play scrabble online. One day, I was given these letters. SYLVIER
I take comfort in other peoples signs too. My aunt lost two sons, one in a motorobike accident and one during an operation on his heart. One day , my aunt was talking on the phone to her daughter, my cousin. My cousin was telling her about a scary journey she had had to make in the snow. She was afraid she might crash and all the time she said "I prayed to R and M ( her brothers) that they would keep me safe) When she said that to her mother, the photos of R and M that her mother always kept on the mantelpiece, just fell to the ground. My aunt was flabbergasted.
You know, anyone could find a logical explanation. But then again, what are the odds?