For the last two days, I have awakened from my sleep at various hours to say the least. With thoughts of you running through my head, reminding me of your epic strength as a black man of courage. The beauty of knowing you in all of your imperfect ways, and even in your physical weakness you still finished strong in my eyes’. It was and honor to see the flames from your torch burnout in your final minutes of saying goodbye, you departed this life to join your loving sister in Heaven. I can say in my experience as a chaplain I have helped other families embrace the nature of what is to come, death! And on the other hand, I’m standing there with you in that moment realizing I couldn’t phantom the idea of never being able to see your face again. And I’m sure this could be true for other people who have lost a love one.
I remember countless days we would sit and laugh, joke and share in our stories of life dramas as they unfolded before us, never knowing what tomorrow would bring, but we both embraced it with such dignity and class.
I can truly say, my emotions of you being gone is like a candle being lit in remembrance of you. But, I find comfort in knowing you are truly near me physically, reincarnated as a butterfly is refreshing.
You were in a league of your own, your style and swagger had a special touch. You always dressed for the occasion in a mind-blowing way. I don’t think anyone could out top your taste in the best dress award. You walked with confidence in the land of the living and you breathe your last breath in the final hours in a way only you could do, leaving room for your family to be amazed by your finesse for years to come, dying with dignity beyond which words could never express. That’s why your memory will live on forever in my eyes, capturing the beauty of your reincarnation as a red butterfly.
The day you left this world, I would constantly watch for signs of you. Then, you suddenly swiftly appeared as a beautiful butterfly. I remember sitting in the car watching you graciously fly high, and free, without a care in the world. Your wings danced in the wind as I sat there watching you with a glaze in my eyes and a smile on my face.
So, instead of reincarnating as a Red Cardinal, you chose a quiet but powerful re-grand entrance as a gracious butterfly, and to my reward I get to watch you peacefully glide in and around in the wind, flapping your wings to the sound of peace and freedom at last. As a beautiful butterfly I’ve watched you glide through the air. I’ve watched your wings dance. The red color of your wings shined bright as a midnight star. I was blinded by the reflection of your beauty, chasing after the wind, dancing to the music of the mother earth, free from pain and sorrow at last.
And in remembrance of the life cycle of the butterfly in my reflection, they are peaceful, changing cycles quickly from life to death in a blink of an eye. Wishing you butterfly kisses until we me again.