Upon the referral of my friend, Mary, I just finished reading a beautiful written book entitled, “Proof of Heaven” by Eben Alexander. Although I truly feel in my heart that you are in heaven, reading Dr. Alexander's book affirmed my beliefs by describing his incredible near death experience with such great detail and conviction.
Interestingly, butterflies are an important part of his experience. I found this portion of his episode to be very powerful for a couple of reasons. One being most definitely the story my mother shared with me during a conversation we had while she was in the ICU. I surely did not know, at that time, she was only days away from dying. The other reason is the recurring presence of butterflies I have been exposed to since her passing.
Recently I was speaking with my friend, Marie about these experiences and she brought up the fact that butterflies symbolize death or rebirth after death. She further stated that many believe that these beautiful creatures represent the souls of those who have recently departed from this mortal world. This was news to me, as I had not heard this before.
How perfect I thought, considering my mother took such delight in reliving her event of standing in a room full of illuminated butterflies. You could tell their beauty stunned her, by the expression on her face and the sound of her voice as she recanted those moments.
This theme continued the morning after your Mom-Mom Teddy died. Your Aunt Madelyn and I were sitting and talking at our Mother's breakfast table in Texas having tea and coffee respectively, when a very large butterfly in the back yard distracted us. We couldn't take our eyes off this butterfly of unknown origin as it flew closer and closer to us and then suddenly crashed right into the window next to us with a bang. We were so startled! I do remember saying that maybe Mother was saying hello.
When the day of her funeral arrived here in New Jersey and her coffin was carried to its resting place next to Dad at the cemetery, a Paper White Butterfly appeared and lilted silently around the head of Mother's casket. Time seemed to stand still. My sister and I elbowed each other in the side, as we giggled inwardly at the sight. Ever since, when I see a Paper White, I can't resist saying hello to your Grandmother.
In the meantime, unbeknownst to me, my friend, Marge took a liking to raising Monarch Butterflies at her home in Florida, due to failing numbers. The very time I was struggling with your loss she called me on the phone and managed to lift my soul in just moments. She went on to explain that before each time she releases one of her butterflies, she kisses it in the name of your girls and asks the butterfly to pass on that kiss to you. I smile at the thought of this sweet and thoughtful gesture.
When your father and I were in Dacono, CO a couple of weeks ago, I was standing by the stage where your Dad was setting up his equipment along with the rest of the band. Suddenly I noticed a Monarch Butterfly as it darted across the sky, back and forth it went, as if trying desperately to get my attention. I watched as the butterfly flew to my right and landed softly on the steps leading up to the stage, right behind your father. I thought it was quite curious of a place to land. Before long, another Monarch made its appearance and both of the butterflies flew rapidly back and forth, across the air space between myself, and the stage. They seemed to have super powers because of the speed in which they flew. Soon they soared together higher and higher as they encircled each other. I remembered thinking they look so happy as they performed their dance. Then in a flash, they were gone.
In different parts of the world, a butterfly is considered a good omen. So, I say, keep the butterflies coming. I'll be sure to enjoy each visit.
Spread your wings and soar, John. Look out for the butterfly kisses!
Love from your Mom.
Many thanks to Mary, Marie, Madelyn and Marge.