Butterflies and Birds from Johnny
by Diane Wilkes
My Johnny died on April 21, 1985, the day I thought my life was over. I would scream and yell for him to tell me something, let me know he was OK. We loved butterflies (small yellow ones in Georgia). I was sitting on my porch one afternoon crying. My husband came outside and asked me what I was doing -- "Talking to John," I said. He said "I think he heard you --look at the butterflies!" The front yard was filled with yellow butterflies; I have never seen so many. I knew Johnny had sent them.
Another time we were on our way home from work. Johnny had been gone a few months. I told my husband that I wished I could hear from Johnny. When we pulled in the yard a bird was on the ground (a dove). I walked up to it and picked it up. I held this bird, talked to it. I asked this bird to take my Johnny a message, just tell him I love and miss him terribly. All of a sudden the bird flew away. Mike (my husband) said "Maybe the bird was there to tell me Johnny was OK." So that is what I believe.
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