It was magic and surreal!
We have sedum, a pretty flower, in our rock garden, and I discovered it one day filled with butterflies. And I think for everyone in my family, butterflies are closely tied with our late brother, Jack.
When Jack passed a butterfly appeared, and it followed us everywhere we went. Then it came to rest on his grave and stayed there for the longest time. I sometimes think it was Mom leading him home. Whenever I see a Monarch butterfly now I think of Jack and Mom and other loved ones we have lost.
So imagine the thrill as I approached the garden to find the sedum covered with beautiful butterflies (I counted 14 in all – the size of my family). When I reached it there were only six left and they just wouldn’t leave. It made me think of Mom, Dad, Ken, Leo, Patrick and Jack.
I wonder if while we are on earth we are caterpillars. Then we die and go into the darkness of the cocoon only to emerge as beautiful butterflies. It’s a a nice thought, and it’s how I like to think of those who have gone.
Lovely story Jerry. Crows are my spirit guides. Remind me to tell the story about my Mom and crows the next time I see you.
Thank you for the lovely comment – will do!