©Clr’16
Since the spring of 2015 butterflies seemed to appear in thickets, on city streets and rested calmly so she could admire the colours of her wings. She often wondered if this was her mother visiting or another soul from another life.
gazing with awe
wings of a butterfly
her new-found-friend
gazing with awe
reposing
flower to flower
wings of a butterfly
colours and patterns
Divine’s creation
her new-found-friend
blessed
with an angel
©Tournesol’16/06/05
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Beautiful. I think the butterflies are guardian angels sent by her mother to keep her safe, remind her of the whimsy and the woes of the world, and to let her know she is never alone.
At least, to me, that’s what it seems.
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I do too, thank you!! I feel it is my mother. I miss her even more in the winter when the cold keeps the butterfly away. This week would be her birthday…I started a ritual of soaking my feet by the rapids picnicking on a rock watching the water. I`m taking the day off rain or shine. It`s a ritual that brings me joy now.
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That is so lovely.
I had a ritual I shared with friends & colleagues for my dad for years that helped with the hardness of the day he passed.
It was tough this year: 25 years since he passed and 5 years since I’ve been to talk with him. My other ritual, when I was home, I’d go and talk with him at the graveyard. I miss that so much.
There are messengers that if, like you, you look and listen, you will hear and see.
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it sounds like you have been blessed with a memorable and loving relationship with your father…
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As it sounds you shared with your mother.
With my father, when I was very young he took me for drives. Many, many years later, we reconnected for the last 10 years of his life. All the stuff in between didn’t matter. It was like going for car rides in the country again.
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That is interesting …after decades, I too reconnected with my father for his last 10 years.
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That is interesting. I never had the close, special relationship with my mother that you did.
We were always distant, and the stroke and dementia intensified the gap between us. I do envy you (and others) that special mother/daughter bond. Not having children, I don’t feel it the other way. But, that’s just how it is.
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We are all connected as siblings and with friend, we can choose them (wink)
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I’m sorry you can’t go to your father’s grave. May his memory bring you comfort
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Thank you. I am sorry you’ve lost those so close to you. That is very hard.
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I have my fan club when it comes my time:)
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What a wonderful way to think of it.
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A former colleague when I worked in home care told me this when U felt bad when a patient died
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May his memory bring you comfort.
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It does — I remember the wonderful times after we reconciled. 10 years — 8 within visiting fairly often — are so special. Here I go, crying again. But I do talk to him, I just miss having the grave yard as our conversation space.
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Perhaps you could find something you still have of his and use that in a quiet space and continue to talk to him like you were at the gravesite.
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That’s a wonderful idea! I never thought of that. Now I have to get thinking. Thanks so much.
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Titre do welcome.
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