In are thoughts every day from your loving Son

Butterflies, the symbol of new life and rebirth are fluttering all around me. They circle my head, land on my arms and dance around my feet. I've never seen so many butterflies..... never seen so many kinds. Delicate wings...colors like sky and grass and the earth. Their flight is a motion of freedom and calmness and is so beautiful to see. Please let death be a butterfly with our loved ones soaring in an existence that is too wonderful for us to comprehend!

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.