in telling butterfly stories i will go back and forth in time. Good thing i have them all written down or i'd be lost as usual but here i will post them as i feel the need to share.
One year i was on my way to a local powwow which happen to fall on Melissa"s birthday that year. No butterfly visiting me at the grave. I left a birthday card with a little indian girl sitting on the grass playing with a butterfly.
At the powwow i was sitting at a vendor's booth staring off into space when i noticed a black and yellow butterfly buzzing over my head. I laughed to myself ok little girl i get the message. It wasn't till later that i realized that the butterfly that visited me at the powwow was the same color as the butterlfy on the card i left at her grave.