June 23, 2004
In the fleeting passage of a butterfly, hope for all those who are grieving
It’s hard to watch your mother grieve. Her crystal-blue eyes fill with tears when you least expect it. We pass a storefront advertising Dad’s favorite ice cream. An elderly gentleman opens the door for his wife. A butterfly, so symbolic of life’s necessary changes, crosses our path. A memory lands at just the right moment […]
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