I just saw a white butterfly fly by me and it made me smile.
Italians and Filipinos have a similar belief about white butterfly sightings. When you see one it means an angel or a loved one who is no longer with us is near.
Whether the belief is true or not it reminds me of my father who died of cancer a few years ago.
While cleaning out my desk I came across a short poem/story that I wrote 5 years ago after I had a dream of my Dad. In my dream I asked my father how he was doing and he explained what happened to him. Today is Memorial Day and I thought this post was timely. I hope you enjoy it.
In the Philippines there is a saying about death. Death is not final it is just a change of address.