Losing someone is never easy. And days, months, years, we try to see the signs that the family still with us. Andrew Frame recently wrote a touching letter to TODAY about how she copes with the loss of her husband, who was not 2 years ago. After the publication of this story on the Facebook page, hundreds of people in response told its own story about love, loss and seen the signs.
«When my daughter died, at the funeral home flew a butterfly. She flew over me. I have not seen her, but everyone else noticed her. Since then, every time I see a butterfly I whisper «Hello» to his little girl,» wrote Sean Higgins-Bushehr.
«My mother always fed chipmunks and squirrels. We in Florida no chipmunks. I live on the 4th floor and the squirrel looking in my sliding glass door at least once a week. I know that’s visited by my mother,» — said Lynn Valentine.
«My dad sends me dimes. I keep them and has already saved more than $70 coins. Although I wish he upped his game. Ha-ha,» writes Debbie Wardle Shane.
«My husband found inoperable cancer and when he was sick, he came and woke me up at 2:30 in the morning to go look at the deer outside our door, came to eat dahlias, which he planted. Now every time I see a deer on the surveillance camera, I’m sure he is,» admits Katie McVeigh of Mangino.
Geplaatst door Katie McVay Mangino op Dinsdag 29 oktober 2019
«It will be a little more than a year since they killed my grandmother. On Saturday she would have turned 70 years old. Since she died, I saw a lot of butterflies. I just sometimes see them… she always fly to me. I even got a tattoo of a yellow butterfly in her memory. I understand the pain you feel, but it’s reassuring that favorite send us signs that they’re all right,» said Abby Kindig.
«My dad sends me feathers! I just saw the dove, he lost the pen, and it landed on the tree. I walked over to a tree and a feather fell on my hand,» added Patrice Fontaine.
Patrice Fontaine Geplaatst door op Dinsdag 29 oktober 2019
«My grandmother died in 2002. Whenever I see a butterfly I think of her. This year we went to the grave of his grandfather in Italy. Blue butterfly followed me through the cemetery. Favorite color grandmother had blue. I know she was with us when we visited the grave of her husband, who died in the Second world war in 1944,» recalls Kelly Safian.
«This pretty lady met us outside the funeral home after the necessary arrangements after my mom died. She fluttered around, up and down, allowed to make pictures and then flew away. My mother loved butterflies,» — said Tanya Gaulette Forces.
Geplaatst door Tanya Goulette Seale op Dinsdag 29 oktober 2019
«Shortly before the death of her granddaughter-in-law asked what animal she will come back and she quickly replied – butterfly-monarch. When she died, we all saw the butterflies! Floral design, which my husband ordered for her funeral included a butterfly, although we did not ask about it! I’m sure that’s the message from her that she is still with us,» says Karin Schultz.
«We have a special relationship to the red cardinals! One bird ALWAYS appears when it is difficult and during family gatherings!» writes Marie Surratt Skog.
«One special butterfly appeared every time we went out on the porch a week after my daughter’s death. My granddaughter calls her mom’s butterfly,» writes Michelle Ulery-Crawford.
«The first time I felt it, I was a teenager. On my hand the butterfly and I just said, «Hey, grandpa Tom.» My dead children are coming to me in the form of hummingbirds and butterflies-swallowtails»,- shares his story Alice Glazier Jobson.
«I know that my father and my little daughter appear when I most need it. After my daughter died at 2 years of cancer, I had a very hard day and I looked up and in the clouds I saw my dad holding my daughter, letting me know that she was with him, and everything is in order. When I lowered my eyes to take pictures, and then again looked up, the sky was completely clean,» says Jennifer Crouch Wentz.
Geplaatst door Jennifer Crouch Wenz op Woensdag 30 oktober 2019
«3 years have passed since the death of his father. I feel it is not enough. When he was here, we sat and talked with a Hummingbird who flew to the feeder. A couple of years after his death, it seemed that the birds have flown. We did food, but they didn’t arrive. This year there were 4. When I was on the street, one of them flew, and I was talking to her. I felt that it sent my dad to check on me. She was one of the last to be flown away when it was cold. There are many explanations for these signs, but if the heart and mind good to believe in them, don’t ever give up,» wrote Rene Parten.
