Symbolism

10 years ago last September was the anniversary of my third, and so far final. attempt at being a mom. It ended in an ectopic pregnancy.

Needless to say, we were both completely torn apart by what had happened. Then someone said that all children that did not quite make it into this world should be thought of a butterflies. Beautiful, silent, and watching over us from the skies.

With this in mind, Paul bought me a swarkowski crystal butterfly. Very extravagant, but something we both needed to remind us of our little boy (I had decided, it was a boy very early on, who knows why!)

Anyway, a few weeks after the anniversary, I was dusting, and the butterfly came apart in my hands.

I placed it back onto the mantle piece, and let it rest there until I felt able to work on the repairs it needed.

Today was that day.

All four wings had come away, but with remarkably steady hands, I began to piece it back together again....

First one side....

And then the other.....


And finally he was all in one piece once more

Since we have had our little crystal butterfly, there has been a real butterfly turn up, in the chapel on 3 separate occasions, when we have attended family funerals. At my Grampi, my Nan and my Dad's funerals.

Each time the butterfly has fluttered inside the bay window just behind the coffin, before making it's way back outside.....

Now there is food for thought.