Today I sat alone and quietly looked at a picture of you and the tears flowed like water. I can’t remember ever crying like that, but in my grieve and reflection of you a butterfly flew down a black and white butterfly and sat by me letting me enjoy its beauty; it stayed for a while as if comforting me the way you would do; it seemed to know my hurt and sadness, after awhile it flew away as if it had a job to do. It was the most comfort
I have felt since I lost
you.
Thank you Bucko I love you too!
| Linda |