The meaning of our Black Butterfly~~~

 

The Beautiful Butterfly

How many times have you watched a beautiful butterfly  fly from flower to flower and than soar upwards towards the heavens.  It is a sight to see and has enthralled many through their lifetime.

Watching them brings such peace and beauty to behold.

For many the Butterfly has a meaning all it's own just for them. Others see it in the beauty of nature.

"The Butterfly symbolizes the life cycle.  When the Caterpillar spins his web he seems to die but he lives again as a butterfly."

"It can be seen as a comparison to life after death by Christians.  A rebirth after death."

"The Black Butterfly symbolizes new life from an old one.  Seeing that the color black is a strong yet subtle color, the Black Butterfly symbolizes the new strong but subtle life after a period of transformation."

I would like to ~"Take the Time" to share my love of the butterfly and it's meaning to me.

Growing up in the country as a young child we always had butterflies around us in the Spring and Summer.  All colors and sizes to enlighten us. I have carried this love of the Butterfly throughout my life. 

When my husband and I planned our marriage, we planned on having a family and thinking of having about three children. My dear husband really wanted ten.!!  After two years of marriage we became pregnant with our first child. A daughter and she changed the titles of everyone in the family. I was a mother, my husband a father, our parents,,,grandparents, our sisters and brothers were aunts and uncles and so on and so on. My grandmother became a great grandmother.

We were ready for another child after a few years.  We were hoping for a son, as my husband was the only boy in his family of 4 sisters and the last boy in the family to carry on the Family name. But we did not care, as long as the baby was healthy. 

Back than we did not know what sex the child would be until they were born.  It took me five years to get pregnant again. So it was a joyous occasion when we found out we were pregnant and when our baby was a son, we could not have been happier.

He was born on May 3rd, 1973.  I felt toward the end of my pregnancy that maybe something was just not right. But pushed the thoughts out of my head.  He was a beautiful baby, so perfect in every way.  So we thought.  Our Son passed away at the young age of five weeks old, due to a very serious heart defect. He was born with a three chamber heart.  The grief was so hard to bear.

It was an emotional strain on all of us. Someone so loved and so wanted, was gone in five short weeks.  We had a place in the mountains that we used to camp at.  So a few weeks after  he passed we went up there just to be quiet and alone.  While standing there a beautiful Black Butterfly appeared out of nowhere. He came to us and flew around and around us for a very long time.  A peaceful feeling came over us and we knew that this Butterfly was our son letting us know, that he was now at Peace and with God.  Now every year, around the first part of May, our Black Butterfly comes to us, no matter where we are.  We look for him each May and he is always there.

When we moved to where we live now, my mother came to live with us. She lived with us for nineteen years when she passed away.  She used to love the outdoors.  And when we did our garden she would walk back to it and watch us work on it and sometimes giving us a hand.  She passed away in October, 1999.  In November of that year, my husband and I were back in the garden and all of a sudden this bright orange Butterfly flew down the pathway to where we were.  Now there are never any Butterflies in November.  But there was that one, that day.  My mother never cared for the color black, so we feel that she came back in this bright orange Butterfly, to let us know that she too was okay and she had a rebirth.

My Mother was on Hospice just for one short day. They were so good to her and I met the nicest people there.   After the visit by  the orange Butterfly, I wrote a letter to Hospice thanking them for what they did for my mother that day.  And along with the thank you, I shared my Butterfly stories with them.   They said they were printing it out and sharing it with other families who have had a lost in their lives.

I guess I just felt I need to share our story with you, especially since this is May and our beautiful Butterfly has again come to us after 39 years.

I was wondering if anyone else has experieced a Butterfly story after the loss of their loved ones.

Have a wonderful day and enjoy life to the fullest.