Dad is releasing the first butterfly born a few years ago |
To help put a
positive spin on dad's final days, Cindy Pringle one of his care givers, brought a terrarium with 5 developing caterpillars in to live in dad's
apartment. Dad was able to witness the
first caterpillar actually transform into a chrysalis. All 5 of the caterpillars transformed into the chrysalis
stage as dad declined. By the time dad
passed away, the first chrysalis was 6 days into the typical 10 day incubation
period. There were some hopes that a
butterfly would be born before dad passed, but that was not to be.
Dad and I are admiring the j formed caterpillar ready to become a chrysallis |
On the morning of dad's funeral, Cindy brought the terrarium
to the funeral. The chrysalis dad saw
develop was just about ready to emerge. She
thought maybe it might happen at the funeral.
If not, at least these developing
butterflies could "attend" dad's funeral . As Cindy said maybe it is wishful thinking to
hope it will emerge, my sister Nancy and I said - " It will. We just know it"
Many of the residents came along for the release |
Nancy, Barb, and myself with the butterfly at Wimple Park |
There is an abundance of Milk Weed near the entrance to the
park, by the small creek. The butterfly climbed onto my sister's fingers lingering for a few minutes before resting on a nearby milkweed. It was a female, fitting since dad had 3
daughters and 2 granddaughters as his offspring. The butterfly flew off into the wind, strong,
agile and knowing exactly what it was and where it needed to be.
This experience was
so like my dad's nature. Positive, forward moving and in tune with
nature. Although dad is buried in Chicago, now I
have a local place of remembrance also filled with nature. When I go here, I notice all the birds,
butterflies and other creatures that make Wimple Park home. It really helps me remember to be present in
this moment with everyone I encounter.
Maybe to some it was
just a co incidence that the butterfly
emerged at the end of the
funeral. I won't argue with them. For me, I felt there was a reason for that
timing, and it has been one of the most uplifting experiences of my life,
helping me through my grief over losing dad.
As a veterinarian I have heard lots of stories from families about how
their pets helped them spiritually. One
woman related how the family dog would find personal items of a daughter that
had recently passed, and bring them to a
family member having particular difficulty with the daughter's loss. This little dog was trying to help a person
in grief take those difficult first steps of acknowledgement. Another friend told of how the family cat laid
with the dying elderly mother right up to the end, and then would not leave the
body when the funeral home staff came.
The cat kept finding a way to get back in the room to lay right on the
woman slowing down the transfer process as if on purpose. Personally, I don't think any of these
situations were just co incidence.
There are many more stories like these where animals - be
they pets, butterflies or any other creature have appeared when someone needed a sign that a spirit is still here. For many of us, this is a wonderfully strong
affirmation of our belief in life after death.
Personally I don't think it is crazy - I think these connections of
animals and the spiritual is real. The longer I am a veterinarian, the more
often I witness that animals are angels among us.
Me and my dad |
I hope for anyone in grief that you too have an affirming
experience - your butterfly moment. Be
open to the world of nature around you, especially your pets. I hope it gives you a sense of wonder and
awe as it did me and my family.
Thanks, Dr Sally J Foote