You know…I can still feel your presence whenever I see a butterfly, especially those bright lovely ones.
It was you, isn’t it, Aunty, on that fine morning in early October? You were resting on the front gate for at least fifteen minutes. I was pleasantly surprised by the visit of this lovely butterfly. Its wings were bright yellow and orange at the side and the rest was grey. It looks like a butterfly on a canvas with more painting to be done.
I believe the shades of grey on its wings is a message that there will be storms in this life. And may we find the strength to overcome and feel comforted knowing that no storm will last forever.
I would like to think that your brief visit that day is to show us that you’re still near, thinking about us and watching over us. It’s also a reminder of the fragile short life we have here on earth.
And one day each of us will leave this earthly life behind and fly away like a butterfly. Another gentle reminder to count life in each and every moment and make the most of it.
I want you to know that seven years on, your spirit is still very much alive in my heart. I remember and will always be grateful for your warm welcome when I visited you (I wish I had visited you more often), for checking in on me when you didn’t hear from me for a while, for sharing your thoughts and opinions, for listening without judgment, but most of all for just being you, a beautiful aunt and friend.
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