Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Since my son died in June of 2013, I often feel my son's presence when I am around a butterfly. A couple of months ago, there was a HUGE dark blue butterfly outside my bedroom sliding glass door. I watched it for awhile and then went about my day. Later, around dusk I was back in my bedroom reading on a loveseat. One of my cats wanted to go out and my husband came in and let her out. When he opened the door, the same butterfly flew in. It flew all around the room right past me and then landed on my pillow. It stayed awhile and then flew back out. I know this was a message from my son saying, "You are doing o.k. Mom and it's alright to keep living and finding joy and hope in life. My physical form as you knew it is gone, but my love and spirit live on in you."
Butterflies are free and I know my son is free and pain free in heaven. Today, a small table with a metal base in the shape of a butterfly and a glass top arrived. I placed iT on our porch where we have. Lots of plants and flowers. I will think of my son, Luis , whenever I sit on our porch with the butterfly table!