by Julieanne New | Sep 13, 2011 | Spirituality
I wrote about a memory of a dog that I loved like my own child. In telling that story and reading the comments, I remembered another incredible incident concerning Ginger. Ginger was getting weaker and weaker. I walked her down to the backyard by taking her out the front and down to the back without stairs. As we neared the wooden gate, a black butterfly with gold fringe along the edges circled each of us. I instantly thought of my mother. I didn’t know until after my mom passed that she loved butterflies. This butterfly was dramatic looking and that fit my mom. It had big solid wings, all black with gold trim around the edges. And mom loved gold necklaces, wearing two or more every day. She also wore sweaters trimmed in gold or silver trim. read...
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