Ever since my dad died a little over two years ago I see butterflies. All the time. Even in the winter. They were there at my dads funeral. When we were looking for a place to live Tate drove me up to check out a lot in Morgan (in December) there was a butterfly there. I instantly said "this is where we need to live, make it happen." On pipers first day of kindergarten, there was a butterfly as I took a few pics of her. There are always butterflies flying around at his grave. And when we are playing in the backyard. Or on the MS walk. I rarely go a day without seeing some sort of butterflies. I know a lot of people think "ya see what ya want to see and I am just making it happen because I'm thinking too much. But that's ok. I know what I feel. I know where they are really coming from and what their message for me is.
I remember watching the movie Patch Adams in jr high and the butterfly part of the show always stuck with me. I never thought about it again until after dad was gone and everywhere I went or looked is saw a butterfly. It is usually just one, but I feel when he really needs to get my attention he sends more. Sometimes it painting or sculptures but it always seems like it wasn't me to notice it.
Yesterday I was outside with all three kids playing in the sprinklers and I see a butterfly (which I do almost every time I'm out there with the kids) Roman walked passed the butterfly and said "hi grandpa Ed." Then went on playing. I asked him who he was just talking to, he simply said "the butterfly mom." It's grandpas way of saying hi from heaven."
I just smiled. I love that little boys heart and I'm glad he feels it too
I know some people talk about pennies from heaven, I get butterflies instead.
11:02 p.m. - 2015-09-22
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