My Dad died just days before Christmas. On Christmas morning, a day that Mom would be opening the yearly rabbit sculpture/picture that he always gave her, we both decided it would be good to go to the cemetary. When we got there, it was gloomy, dripping with fog, and very depressing. We were just about to leave when a tiny white bunny rabbit hopped out of nowhere, right over my Dad's grave. Pink eyes, pink nose, pink ears.......the perfect little white bunny. We looked at each other and agreed that this bunny HAD to have come by way of my Dad.
The funny part is, every year she would say "next year I want a REAL bunny, a LIVE one!" He would always laugh and say "Over my dead body." I'm not making this up.........it REALLY happened!
The bunny grew into a huge rabbit, and lived for 4 years, about a year and a half longer than life expectancy. We named her "Charlie's Angel Hare," after my Dad, Charles.