Oh, I’m sure your mother met her grandson. Somehow God seems to take care of these things. My parents named me “Wendy” when I was born. . .Three days later they changed their mind and renamed me! About a week after my mother passed away I went into a business establishment where I had been on a first name basis with the people for years. . .Two of them said greeted me with. . .”Good morning Wendy”. . . I figured it was my mom saying “hello”. . .
Oh my - that’s so interesting.
When I’m down at my family’s (Mom’s) house, I don’t see butterflies (which she and I both loved) often, but when I do I think it’s her saying hi.
A few years ago, I took my nephew to the Seattle Center and we did various things and saw various exhibits at the Science Center, etc. There is an exhibit that is FULL of butterflies. My nephew and I couldn’t get over how a couple of them landed on my head, face or hand and seemed quite comfortable there. It is a fun and interesting place.