It's Not Just Me

I found a little column in our weekly free paper, The Express that helped reassure me that I am not a crazy lady. Before Max died, I tended to think that people who claimed to receive "signs" from the dead were just a little wacko, you know, a biscuit or two short of a dozen. Since then, though, I have had experiences of my own that made me wonder. It was kind of nice to read this column and know that I am not entirely insane (or at least, not for this reason *wink*). Anyway, I will share it with you here:

Butterfly Kisses
After a lot of soul searching, I started asking "why" things were the way they were. At one point, I remember reading about life after death. In one book, it said if you want to connect with a passed loved one, it’s as simple as asking them to send you a sign. My mother had died when I was a child and I was desperate for some guidance. Half believing it would happen and half thinking I was losing my mind, I tried it. I asked Mom to send me a sign. I asked for a butterfly. No sooner did I think it when a large, loppy Monarch butterfly fluttered past me. Refusing to believe it was meant for me, I kept pushing my luck and upping my request until I finally asked for the impossible. I wanted a purple butterfly. If I didn’t get it, then without a doubt, it would confirm that no one ‘up there’ was listening. I didn’t get one. I got a cloud of them. Ever since, I get purple butterflies every time I need reassurance. It’s just one of those things in my life that has remained constant. To me, that’s one of my life’s little miracles.

Kim Kielley
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