May 18, 2015
While walking Finn down by the river this afternoon I noticed the little, blue butterflies were visiting again. I’ve missed seeing these little beauties, as these were the first I’ve seen since last summer. First there was one, then two… then three, all fluttering about in the sunshine, stopping here and there, up and down and all around — going nowhere it seemed, or certainly not in a hurry if they were. I smiled wondering if they were you… and in the same breath, of course, they were you. I slowed my pace and began to talk to them, extending my hand and then stopping to just take it all in. I asked them, “is that you, Willy? Is it you? Is it?” They continued to flutter about always coming back to where I could almost reach out and touch them. They stayed close, stopping and starting in unison as if I was leading some sort of dance.
For quite some time I was oblivious to anything else. Their delicate, little, blue wings so perfect and the way they’d stop and rest on a dandelion or a leaf or a blade of grass while their little wings moved as if that is how they breathed. Little ins and little outs. And then off they’d go, their wings moving so effortlessly and so quietly amongst us.
I needed to see those little, blue butterflies today, Will. A sign from you that you are here, that you see us and hear us and love us still. These past few days have weighed heavily on my heart and to see the weightlessness of love in the wings of a little blue butterfly instantly picked me up. I hadn’t realized until that moment just how fragile I was feeling today. For a few days, I didn’t want to open my eyes and instead closed them tight for fear that the river of tears inside of me would spill. I’d been walking with my head down instead of up, not seeing the beauty in little things…until I saw the little, blue butterflies this afternoon.
For the rest of my walk I longed to touch you, to see your face, to hear your voice and in the quiet of my afternoon walk I did try, but the only sight and sound was in my memory. I sighed. But I will never give up on my belief that you are here. Just a blink away. Somewhere over the rainbow. On the other side of the veil. I’ll be out again tomorrow Will, on the same river path as today. And I’ll look for you again… because those little, blue butterflies get me every time.
Love you, little blue. Like a bus full of those little flutterbies.
Hi Joanie: I haven’t written for awhile but still read your posts. As always you have written such lovely thoughts about Will’s presence through the blue butterflies. I am so glad you got to see them and hope you always will. I do believe in these “signs”, even subtle ones. Even in your sadness you always write so beautifully with hope and grace that I am humbled by. I think of you often. I actually took my mom out for a coffee to Bragg Creek yesterday and thought of you and wondered how you are doing. Take care and keep watching out for those Will moments. May they bring you some peace and joyful memories that you have of Will.
Cheryl! It is so nice to hear from you. I’ve missed our little “chats”. Your words are still so kind and I appreciate your thoughts so much. One of these days we will meet and we can chat face to face. Until then, stay well and please keep in touch!