Grief is a bittersweet feeling
Two days ago I prayed out loud to my Grandma. I asked her for a sign that she could hear me. I asked her to show me a black and white butterfly so I would know it was really her.
This afternoon Hailey and I were walking back from the bus. She was right beside me when a butterfly appeared. A Mourning Cloak. It circled around us again and again, flying so close I could not ignore it. Then it landed on the gravel right in front of us.
I stood there watching as it opened and closed its wings a few times. With its wings open I could see the deep brown with golden edges and little blue spots. When it finally closed its wings all the way it looked almost completely black with a pale border. Exactly what I had asked for.
And then it stayed. Not just a quick visit. It sat there with us for twenty minutes. Long enough for me to cry. Long enough for me to stop doubting and just know.
The name Mourning Cloak carries its own message. A name that holds both grief and comfort. To me it was Grandma saying I see you mourning but I am wrapped around you. I am not gone.
I know some people will say it was only a coincidence. But I do not believe that. When you ask for something so specific and it shows up with even more meaning than you imagined, that is not random. That is love finding a way through.
Today my Grandma showed up. And while Hailey stood beside me, that butterfly reminded me that grief is not the end. Love remains. Love lingers. And it shows itself right when you need it most.






































































