We did take a short trip for spring break with my middle sis and my Dad. We had a good time. The weather was beautiful and I saw a beautiful butterfly that reminded me of Mom. I had received a note from my grandmother's cousin on the day of Mom's funeral and she mentioned something about a butterfly; she wrote. . . .left this earthly life she is still with each of you in spirit, that beautiful butterfly landing on you while in the garden will be her letting you know she is there with you, that twinkling star in the night sky will be her winking at ya, that ripple in the lake or pond on a still day will be her letting you know she is still right there looking over each of you,. . . .and I thought of this as I watched the butterfly fly between me and my sister and then beside us as we rode the train through the park. I really hope to see a lot of butterflies, twinkling stars and rippling water in the future. Anyway back to our trip, we ate some really good food (too much of it of course), saw some neat sights, some beautiful homes and some people who really should have looked in the mirror before they left home (that is always the most interesting part of a trip for me. . . .the people watching). Dad and my sis left on Monday afternoon while we stayed another day. On Tuesday we didn't do anything except sleep late, eat lunch and then head home. Overall the trip was nice even if we were missing my Mom and wishing that my other sis and her family could be with us. But the best part of the trip for me was the butterfly (it was my secret for the day because I couldn't tell anyone else about it because I knew if I did that I would cry and I didn't want to do that. I guess they will find out about it if they happen to read this.).
If you happen to read both of my blogs, you will read some of the same stuff, sorry about that. I still miss my Mom so much and I can't think of anything else to write about. I wish each one of you could have met her and seen first hand what a wonderful person she was.
My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon
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1 comment:
Hi, Giggles,
Sounds like a great trip! Glad that you could get out with your family and enjoy being with them.
Please don't ever apologize for talking about your Mom. I think it's healthy for you and a very important part of grieving. And what a sweet surprise with the butterfly! I believe that was a gift from our Father just for you.
Praying for you today, that God will work and heal and uplift...
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