(Submitted by Lonna)
My husband knew my love of butterflies. He died last year after a courageous four-year struggle with cancer.
The day after his death, as I walked with my daughter out of our front door to our cars, a mass of tiny butterflies first moved together over my husband’s truck, then hovered over my daughter’s car, then the butterflies moved toward me and followed me to my car. They stayed by me for a few moments, and then like a puff of smoke, they instantly disappeared.
Both my daughter and I felt it was my husband giving us a goodbye gift.