Two days after I lost Evan, when I was home ridding the house of all things maternity and baby (magazines, maternity clothes, baby books), a large butterfly flew to the window and sat on the sill. I stopped what I was doing and watched that butterfly for a good ten minutes. The butterfly never budged until hubby came in and fired up the vacuum cleaner. I remember a peace washing over me and the scripture came to mind " Be still".
I mentioned to my hubby that it was Evan letting us know that he is okay.
The same thing happened when we lost Alyssa-Joy. On the way home from the hospital, a butterfly sat on the windshield and stayed there until we got home. I have heard many people say that butterflies are the spirits of our angels that often blesss us with their presence and remind us that all is well.
Last night, Bree, another angel mommy sent me these butterflies in memory of and as a reminder of my precious babies. Bree, my heart melted and I cried. Thank you for honoring my babies and reminding others that they indeed have beings and will be forever remembered.
Thank you all for sharing my grief and allowing me to express myself freely.
Where is my expected end?