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Fish Butterfly:
I prefer to believe in the possibility that we occasionally receive “signs.” Maybe it’s just the optimist in my soul, or maybe it stems from the desire to never completely let go of the relationships I’ve had with friends and family who have passed.
A perfect example of this concept is the photo on the next page. My dad, who passed away several years ago, loved to fish. It was more than a hobby for him; it was his life’s passion. A few years ago, during a visit with a friend to a butterfly sanctuary, I began a conversation about the signs I desperately wanted to believe I had been receiving after my father’s passing. My friend was intrigued, but not convinced.
But, as soon as I’d uttered the words, “I think we should at least remain open to this idea, should a sign appear to us,” I turned to see this butterfly perfectly perched on the branch above me. I quickly grabbed my camera to see if I could capture the moment and prove to myself that what I had viewed had indeed been there. I also wanted a picture to show others, as I was curious to find out if my friends and family would discover in this scene what I had. Look carefully at the tip of the butterfly’s wing in the photo below . . . do you see the head of a fish? Some see it, some do not. Possibly a coincidence. But to me, a Godwink. Either way, it brought me solace and comfort that day to believe that maybe . . . just maybe, my favorite fisherman was nearby.
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