Right around the time that Joan passed away I started noticing yellow butterflies.
A small delicate yellow butterfly among a flock of monarchs. Or a single yellow butterfly fluttering across the yard.
Each time I felt a keen awareness. One of those moments where everything else fades away. And I always thought of Joan. No, more than that. I felt her presence.
It wasn't until a while after that I stumbled upon the significance of the yellow butterfly.
While it is common to associate butterflies as a symbol of the soul, the Irish believe a yellow butterfly is an indicator of departed souls resting in peace.
How beautifully fitting.
Thank you for that sign, Dear Joan. That beautiful gift.
Though your body was imperfect, your soul was beautifully perfect in every way.
What signs do your loved ones send to you?
1 comment:
my mom say hi to me in all sorts of ways - dragonflies, rainbows, seeing her nickname in 'random' places :)
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