| My Butterfly Story |
| Once upon a time.... Ok, wait. This is a true story...So that doesnt sound right. It all began about 3 years ago. My grandmother, whom I very much looked up to, had passed away a few nights prior. I went to her house at about 2am, to rummage through the remains of her belongings, and try to find something that would remind me of her. What I really wanted, was a wind chime that she had hung in her kitchen. It was a porcelain chime, and had 3 butterflies that hung from it. And unfortunatly, I never found it. So I picked up some more items, things I guess nobody else wanted, and loaded them into the car to leave. This would be my last trip to her house. So after loading the things in the car, I went back in to make sure the lights were off, and windows and doors were locked. On my way back out the door, I turned to catch the lightswitch, when something moved and caught my eye. I walked over to a painting that was laying on the floor, and there, basking on top of it, was the biggest and most beautiful butterfly I have ever seen. I watched for a little while, thinking it would fly off, but it never did. I knew that with the air off and windows closed, that it would soon die if left inside. So carefully, I picked up the painting, and brought the whole thing outside. The butterfly did not move. It was not until I swept my hand accross the back of it, that it finally flew off. It landed on the steps next to me. The butterfly was acting like it didnt want to leave. Like myself, it seemed as though it were saying goodbye. I never saw the butterfly fly away. I left, and I never went back to the house. I noticed for the next year or so, I saw a butterfly every single day. And even now, they seem to follow me. Landing beside me, sometimes on me. All different sizes, types, and colors. I see them everywhere. So now, when I see butterflies, I think of Grandma. And I feel her around me, telling me everything is ok, and that she is with me. I have a tattoo of a butterfly on my lower back in memory of her, and I have a song that I sing sometimes that reminds me of her. Here are the lyrics: |
| "Well you caught me up in your wings and you gave me a set of my own and now my feet feel like a prison. Once you experience the joy of flying your never gonna wanna walk again. But sometimes the joy of something is the worse part of it all. And I wish I was flying home to you." Flying home to you.....Fedelia. ~Brandi |
| In Memory of Fedelia Mae Lott April 30, 1932 - August 24, 1999 |
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