About the time I get all frustrated with the good Lord and start arguing with him about the way life is going, He puts something like this right in front of me:
Side story: when my grandma died (in 1996), my grandpa decided that he was going to move into an apartment, so he had an auction to sell all of the "stuff". For weeks, my mom and her sisters went through stuff, kept what they wanted, saved stuff for their kids, etc.
It was no secret. My Grandma LOVED butterflies. Especially monachs. The day of the action, there were THOUSANDS of monach butterflies all over the farm. My youngest cousin (who was 4 at the time) kept saying, "LOOK! Grandma is here!" and pointed to the butterflies.
Since then, anytime anyone of us sees a monach butterfly we think of grandma! And your photo today did just that. THANK YOU. :)
(by the way...he never moved into an apartment. shortly after the auction he had 2nd thoughts and is still living on their farm. And he had to buy all new furniture. ha!)
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3 comments:
All I can say is... *gasp*.
Amazing pic!
GREAT PIC!
Side story: when my grandma died (in 1996), my grandpa decided that he was going to move into an apartment, so he had an auction to sell all of the "stuff". For weeks, my mom and her sisters went through stuff, kept what they wanted, saved stuff for their kids, etc.
It was no secret. My Grandma LOVED butterflies. Especially monachs. The day of the action, there were THOUSANDS of monach butterflies all over the farm. My youngest cousin (who was 4 at the time) kept saying, "LOOK! Grandma is here!" and pointed to the butterflies.
Since then, anytime anyone of us sees a monach butterfly we think of grandma! And your photo today did just that. THANK YOU. :)
(by the way...he never moved into an apartment. shortly after the auction he had 2nd thoughts and is still living on their farm. And he had to buy all new furniture. ha!)
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