Butterflies and Remembrance:
It's July...which always brings a mixture of emotions for me. My mom passed on eighteen years ago this month and the missing still grabs me this time of the summer. My husband and I planted a garden in her memory with some of her favorite plants and flowers. This week I spent time there--remembering, wishing, thanking. Often I ask for little signs that reassure me she's watching over us.
A sign from mom?
I like to think so. Little gifts often mean the most. <3
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6 comments:
Maybe we have other messages, but we are so busy that we don't notice them???
I think that's true. Often, we don't see until we ask. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
Your mom must have been very special.
She was. Thank you for stopping by.
Awesome post, Karen. When my mother died, I took her ashes to the top of a mountain (per her request just two months prior to her death). A small butterfly followed me back down the mountain. Though I msis her so very much, I can't help but feel she is hovering around me, especially when I'm in my garden. Feather Stone
Something about my gardens makes me feel closer to her. Maybe because I remember the flowers around my childhood home. And those special butterflies are precious! Thanks for telling me about your experience.
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