(Submitted by Sheila)
My daughter Karen lost her fight on 7 year long fight against breast cancer on 24th April this year.
We as a family have always believed that butterflies were the souls of our dear departed coming back to assure us everything was all right.
Last week I went out to my car and a butterfly landed on my hand stayed a wee while and flew round me before flying off into the sun. A wonderful peaceful feeling came over me.
Also when my mother died 6 years ago my daughter Karen found butterflies in her house many, many times not only downstairs but on the landing and in the bathroom. She was convinced it was her Nana come back to reassure her.