VISITORS FROM HEAVEN

Butterflies mean so much to so many. I have posted about butterflies several times in my posts. I know that when a butterflies visits I always say hello knowing that someones little one is visiting with me.

Most of the BLM (baby lost mothers) that I follow often talk about their visits from butterflies. Some see ladybugs while others may see birds. Having faith in God and eternal life, in my opinion, is the only way to get through this life on earth. We must hold onto His words always and especially when we are grieving the loss of a loved one.

Those of you who don't read my blog Just Breathe would not have read my prayer request for my friend Ashley at bowling. Her brother Jeffrey recently lost his wife and unborn baby. You can imagine the depth of his grief. Ashley bowls with her cousin Andria who is also a very good friend of mine and was extremely close with her cousin Jeffrey. Marysa also bowls and is also a cousin. She herself was close to death a few months ago.

Well I was outside with Skye one morning after I had heard about their passing and two butterflies came to visit. I had been sitting there thinking about Jeffrey, Ashley, Andria and Marysa wondering how they were doing. I was thinking about Jeffrey's wife Kaley and baby Taylor Lily who left this earth well before their time. I had been struggling with their loss thinking about how tragic it was.

Well wouldn't you know it, two butterflies came into the yard. I went into the house to get my camera. Well I started talking to them and we played around for about 30 minutes or more. I even called them by name. It was a beautiful moment.

This one is hard to see but I kept asking the butterflies to be in the same place at the same time. Finally they did as I requested but they are hard to see. These two butterflies played around with me for the longest time. I was even holding a piece of a broken branch in my hand and each one landed on it for a few seconds but not long enough to get a picture!

Later in the day Amber & Dylan were outside, I stuck my head outside to talk with them for a minute and the two butterflies flew back into the yard. No doubt in my mind that they were the same two! They must have heard my voice.

I want to share with you a post from Anna at An Inch of Gray. If you remember my post on about Jack's Tree, Anna is Jack's mother and wrote a very meaningful post last week about WHAT YOU CAN DO TO HELP A FAMILY WHO IS GRIEVING. I have several links on this blog from several places on helping with people who are grieving but I feel this one is excellent. Anna is so wonderful at expressing herself and I feel this is information we all unfortunately need to know.

I also want to share a post with you from Mrs.4444 at Half-Past Kissin' Time called The Fabric of Our Lives. It is a wonderful post about her feelings on handkerchiefs and how they are memories from her past. "For me, a hanky is a symbol of love, strength, and competence; it's a small scrap of fabric that fixes everything, or at least supplies a bandage until we are healed." If hope you can find some time to read it.

If you are here to request a handkerchief for yourself or someone you know please email me at dpucci9972@gmail.com . I will need a full name, address and a brief description of who passed away. Also if you have a link to a blog that would be appreciated also. Take care and God bless.