Today I am remembering a very special person - our grandson Reece. It would have been his 17th birthday today. I am taking some flowers to the grave that he shares with Sophie, our granddaughter, in the little church on the hill. He passed just before his sixth birthday and endured so much pain during his short life, but he taught us so much and will always be remembered, loved and missed.
The Red Admiral Butterfly has much significance in remembering Reece. At the end of the service for his funeral, in the little church on the hill, as the last notes and words of "Wind Beneath My Wings" rose to the eaves, a Red Admiral butterfly swirled and danced over the tiny white coffin, soaring ever upward until it disappeared. Our little grandson's last gift to us - his goodbye.
God Bless Reece, we love and miss you.