Friday was not an exceptionally sunny day. In fact, it was really grey and overcast, threatening to rain the entire morning. But somehow, as we got out of our cars and trekked across the grass a bit, the rain managed to hold itself off...and it could have been just my imagination, but I was sure the sun brightened, just for that little while. And also for that little while, there were butterflies; lots of them. I'd been to the Butterfly Conservatory before and during my whole visit there, not a single butterfly landed on a soul, no matter how still one stood. But now suddenly, there was at least a handful of butterflies fluttering in and amongst our gathered crowd; little flashes of colour twirling playfully around us. They settled on shoulders, tickled arms, and danced across cheeks. Some of the adults glanced about and smiled; the children giggled and tried to catch them. The butterflies added to serenity of the subtle rays of sun that broke through that morning. They eased the difficulty of having to say our final farewells to someone that had been a part of our lives so long. The butterflies were there with us that day and I believe she was there too.

Rest in Peace, Great-Grandma
1908-2003