My Butterfly
(This is completely true, I would NEVER in a million years make this up)
Exactly one year ago today, June 19, my grandpa passed away. I loved him very much. I miss him every day that goes by. The day before he passed away, my mom told him that my brother, my dad, and I were coming. He didn't have much time left. The next day, the in home hospice people said they didn't know why he was still hanging on. My mom looked at them with tears in her eyes, and said, "I do." He passed away two hours after I got there. When we got there, I started talking to him. He couldn'y move because there was so much morphine in him. I held his hand and started talking to him, telling him about how I remember how much fun I remember all of our fishing trips were. I told him I would never ever forget all those memories, and I told him I loved him. When I said that, he moved his hand, something he should not have been able to do. Every time I said something he liked he would move his fingers, or tighten his grip, just enough so I could feel it. He passed away that night. I was holding his hand. For the next few days after that, there was a butterfly flying around his chair at their friends house. The next time my grandma was at their friends house, the same butterfly kept flying around her head. Their friend looked at the butterfly, and said, "John, she's taken care of." They watched the butterfly fly away. I have seen this butterfly a few times since, and I know it is my guardian angel, watching over me.
I'm sorry it's long but thank you for taking the time to read it.
R.I.P. Grandpa, I love you