This is a story told to me by a friend who works at a funeral home, working with the undertaker who owns the funeral home. Since it was told to me by a friend, I have no reason to disbelieve the story. In fact, the Undertaker and the friend witnessed what happened that day. I would rather not mention the name of the establishment but that it is in the Southern Maine area. I hope it gives you comfort and opens your mind to things we may find difficult to believe.
There was a young woman who became sick with an illness which proved to be terminal. The most difficult part of being a parent sometimes is to know you have to leave your children before they are ready for you to leave. The young child left behind was a small girl around six years of age. The scene at the cemetery was somber and people were all seated and some standing around the casket. It was near time to depart and most had left, but the little girl stayed clutching her daddy’s hand. She did not want to leave and told her father that she wanted to wait for the butterfly. She couldn’t leave until she saw a yellow butterfly. Her daddy was anxious to leave the cemetery but the little girl assured him that the butterfly would be there soon. Soon a small yellow butterfly flittered down from the sky and landed on her mommy’s casket. She looked at her father and told him she was ready to leave.
My friend told me that to this day he cannot believe he witnessed this. Before the little girl and her father left the cemetery, the undertaker went over to the small girl and asked her, “How did you know a yellow butterfly would come by today?” She replied, “My mommy told me to wait and look for a yellow butterfly.”
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