This reflection was written in 1997...I am no longer with this person but I will never forget how he helped me in my times of need and comfort. Thank you CD, you will always hold a tender spot in my heart...I love you
How is my Beautiful Butterfly this evening?
Everyone of us...Mom, Jason, Aimee
and I each took our turns spending time with it. Holding it and letting it
nibble on our fingers like soft kisses....Maybe they were kisses goodbye. Then
when he fluttered into my hair. My mother cried even more. She said it looked
like the most beautiful barrette she had ever seen. He stayed in my hair for a
good while. He then went over to my mom and lit upon her shoulder. The only
reason he left us there in the garage was because Mookie wandered in and it
frightened him. He flew up into the tree nearby. He stayed there just sitting
and watching somewhat like a sentry. It got darker and darker and finally the
light was gone and we no longer could see our beautiful butterfly. I
reluctantly went back into the house, but could not put the butterfly out of
my mind. I KNOW that was my dad........ Bringing us all together one last time
to kiss us goodbye. He was no longer sick, he was no longer in pain, he was no
longer blind. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and he was
free. I miss daddy everyday of my life. He was my hero, my guide, my
guard and my role model and yet I am happy. Happy he brought
us together and I know that as long as there are butterflies...he will be with
us. Another Letter to Myself, a Reflection.
I saw this beautiful butterfly and I just wanted to send it to you and to reflect on it.
This is my symbol of love. Whenever you see a butterfly whether it be a
picture, song, or for real...just remember...I am yours, and you are my
butterfly. May my wings flutter forever in your heart and soul as yours will
in mine. I truly believe the old Indian folklore...that the souls of our loved
ones are in the butterflies. If I am correct they only have a short
lifespan...I think it is because they have a mission on this earth. To bring
souls together. I truly believe my butterfly was my dad...returning to show me
the way into life, love and peoples hearts. I know he was finishing a
task he had to do. I often think back on that Sunday. How this wonderful
creature so delicate yet strong enough to bring us to tears has changed my
life. I had never been able to get close enough to a butterfly before, yet
able to hold this beauty for over 2 hours.
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