(Submitted by Debbie)
I am touched by all of the stories relating butterfly encounters to signs from deceased loved ones. I still remember shortly after my father passed away in 1999. My teenage daughter, her father, and I went on a riverboat cruise in Hartford, CT.
We were in the middle of the Connecticut River, when a butterfly flew directly in through the open deck and landed on my daughter’s hand. It stayed there for the longest time, walking around daintily on her hand, slowly opening and closing its wings. After several minutes of resting, it took flight and disappeared over the water just as suddenly as it had come. I have always seen that as a message from my father that everything was okay.