Thursday, July 28, 2011

Butterflies


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.

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