"A butterfly came floating by and I thought I knew its face. It landed on my shoulder and spread its wings of lace. I looked and saw it smiling and as it winked and flew away, I'm sure I heard it whisper we WILL meet again one day." Unknown
I like to think of Skyla as a butterfly too. She has a beautiful butterfly headstone, we released butterflies at her funeral too. Since she passed we have had many butterfly encounters, xxx
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