Many of you know that.
And yet they’ve come through this heartbreak with an amazing outlook on life. They honor their son’s memory by living each day with gratitude, love, peace and happiness. Oh sure, some days suck, but for the most part they are reminded that each day is a gift and they treat them as such. They are fully present each day in the lives of their children, grandson, siblings and friends. They go on excursions and adventures, and try to say “yes” to life.
My sister called me this morning to share a story.
She and Dave (along with their grown children and their spouses) went to New Hampshire several weeks ago for the Nascar race. They joined the thousands of spectators for a daylong tailgate party that included Frisbee games, football, bar-b-ques, raucous laughter and tons of rowdy redneck fun.
She and Dave decided to take cool off and relax in lawn chairs that were thankfully situated under a tent. They were surprised to be visited by a beautiful yellow butterfly. It continued to flutter around them as if begging for attention for quite some time. In fact, they were convinced that this particularly attentive butterfly must have been a sign sent by their boy who wanted them to know that he had joined the party.
They left New Hampshire the next day, and received a horrible phone call upon their arrival in Mystic. A young woman who had worked with Dave for several years before moving away had died suddenly of a heart attack a few days earlier. They were stunned and saddened by the news, and talked about all that she had been through in her short life. She had worked closely with Dave’s team while at his company, and he continued to be someone that she reached out to when she needed advice and guidance.
Then Dave remembered something... and shared with my sister what he and his team had always called her.
“She was our little butterfly.”