Comfort After the Death of Her Daughters
Dear Trudy,
The youngest of my three daughters, Lisa, died of cancer in 2009. A year later, my oldest daughter, Linda, also died of cancer. Of course there is no way to describe the grief that followed. Soon after my youngest daughter died, a very close friend gave me a beautiful picture of butterflies. Attached to the picture was a lovely poem describing the wonderful change that takes place when a caterpillar becomes a butterfly.
The next day, my husband and I were sitting on a bench looking out over the ocean when a white butterfly came to rest on my leg for two or three minutes. I had never seen a butterfly at the beach before, probably because there is usually too much breeze for them. It was a very tender moment.
A few weeks ago, my surviving daughter, Lana, was at our house. We were sitting on the patio when two beautiful white butterflies began to flutter together around us. We smiled at each other knowing it was a message from her sisters, Linda and Lisa.
Sincerely,
Shirley
Dear Shirley,
My heart just aches for your loss. To lose two wonderful daughters is unimaginable.
How kind and insightful of your friend to bring you the picture and poem about butterflies. The butterfly has long been understood in hospice circles as a wonderful metaphor for the life cycle of human beings. The caterpillar stage reflects our experience of being very young, when we are only able to crawl. The chrysalis stage resembles the quiet reverie during which we mature and study and understand our world better. Before long, like the butterfly, we become more alive than ever as we enter into our eternal home.
On the day my father-in-law died many years ago, the hospice nurse pointed out that the pillow on which he was sleeping was covered with butterflies. I wish you and yours great peace.
Blessings,
Trudy Harris
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Trudy Harris, RN, is the author of the popular Glimpses of Heaven and More Glimpses of Heaven. Although now retired, she was a hospice nurse and president of Jacksonville's Hospice Foundation for Caring where she raised more than $45 million in capital contributions. You can find her on Facebook!


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What a beautiful reminder of your girls. I love when the Lord speaks to our hearts in these tangible ways. I'm so very sorry for your losses. Hugs to you dear sister in Christ!
Blessings,
Mel
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I know thought God grace and comfort is the only way you and family has inducer the death of two children s.We had our oldest child to get killed at 22 years old in 1982.My heart go out to you and family.My sister in law told how after my brother died a beautiful butterfly land on her arm,this has be God butterfly Angles.I do not know how i miss it but this is the first time i read your story.It sad but at the same time it was a Blessing as to how God loves us.Ester Yates.01/26/2012.
The Lord has often used butterflies in my life to let me know He is with me. Soon after my mom died I asked her to send a sign she was with us as we cleaned out her house. A Monarch Butterfly flew all around my brothers face as we were walking. He had no idea I had asked this and was blown away when I told him!!! God Bless you
Shirley, know that there are people out there that have heard your story and are sending you acres of blessings in your grief. I can only slightly imagine your difficulty- our oldest son went through a rare peds cancer as a toddler.
May God sustain you and give you and your family a kind of peace which surpasses all understanding.....
How beautiful and touching. I had a similar experience after my mother passed away 14 years ago. One day I was in my car at work, and taking a break...it was warm and I had the windows open. Missing my mother, I started to sob, when a beautiful butterfly flew in my car, and sat on my dashboard, and stayed there until I was aware of it and had stopped sobbing. I knew it was a sign from God, and a great comfort to me, and confirmation of how much our Father loves us and cares for us. Everytime I see a butterfly I am reminded of His constant love and care.
We will see our loved ones again one day. And see our Lord too!
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