Thursday, July 28, 2011
I've often heard that butterflies are the spirits of those you love coming to visit you.
I hope this is the case.
On the day my Grandma died, after we'd gone to visit her I was having lunch with my mom and saw a butterfly fly by the window. And I thought to myself, "Huh, I wonder if that's Grandma." She was still alive at that time. About an hour later she died.
For the last few days I've seen more butterflies than I can count. I like to think they are my Grandma, my Dad and my angel babies, all coming to tell me that I'm going to be fine, to not worry.
I hope I'm right.
3 hours to go.