The Butterfly

I received in the mail an inspiring letter about healing. As most of you know, 2007 ended up being a hard yet memorable year due to the fact that I lost my father. As most of you know, I was very close to my father. So I am going to share the words that I received today.

The Butterfly

The butterfly is a symbol of hope, the symbol of new life and the symbol of those who are bereaved. Before it comes a butterfly, though, it must spend time in a cocoon.

We might be tempted to help release the butterfly from her cocoon. It is human nature to want to assist, but if we do, she will fall to the ground and die. By her struggle to free herself, she strengthens her wings enough to survive and fly.

Grief is certainly like this process. We feel ugly, we change, we hide, we sometimes spin a cocoon around ourselves. It takes a long time. There is a difference, however, others may help us as we struggle. We need not todo it all alone as the butterfly does; but the ultimate responsiblity is ours. We have to grieve, hurt, cry, be angry and struggle to free ourselves from the cocoon of grief. And one day we do emerge---a beautiful butterfly---a stronger person,a more compassionate person, a more understanding person.

--Author unknown

I would like to thank all of those that showed me that there is still hope. I thank God everyday for having true friends, that are genuine. They have really showed me about being there for each other. I would like to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart.