Right after my mother died, I was sitting outside and every where I went this very persistent white butterfly followed me. When I would sit down outside, it would perch on my shoulder or rest very gently on the back of my hand. Somehow I couldn't shake the feeling that it was my mother doing her best to let me know that all was well with her and to tell me in this way that she was ever close should I feel the need for her.
So many, many times since my mother has left this existence, I have had a white butterfly come into my existence whenever I am feeling "bummed" or just missing my mother and feeling so lonely for her. It wasn't until one very chilly windy winter day out at my beloved lake when I was sitting on a bench on the walking path and suddenly I found myself in tears, weeping for all the things in my life that felt so very wrong, so hard to understand. When I wiped my eyes and was about to continue my walk, there on a barren tree, leaves gone except for a few --there was my beautiful little white butterfly. By the time I got my camera at the ready to take a picture of this awesome sight, the butterfly fluttered off into the wind and I missed my chance. But I knew then it had to have been my mom. I think she stopped by just to let me know that somehow, someway things would get better for me.
So, there's no doubt in my mind, my heart that once I am gone from this existence that I will be able to reappear as a beautiful blue butterfly to not only my daughter who I cherish, but to my other two children, my grand children and all others who I hold so very dear to my heart.
I know that there is more beyond what we are living in this existence and I know too that when my time comes it will be a joyful and wondrous adventure to embrace.