The Butterfly in my life

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transparent-butterfly2.jpgDon’t you think this is a lovely butterfly? Whenever a [tag]butterfly[/tag] flutters about in the garden, I smile with the thought that Luijoe is in another life with greater beauty and freedom. But I believe the butterfly’s life cycle – metamorphosis – represents my new life after the death of my precious son.

THE EGG: As a little girl, my whole world felt safe under the loving arms of my parents – much like the butterfly egg attached to a leaf somewhere.

THE CATERPILLAR: The caterpillar is my life before the death of Luijoe. My husband and I are contented that God gave us 2 girls and a boy. A perfect family. I go through the day as a full time mother attending to my chores. Nothing can break this happy bubble, I thought. And then Luijoe is gone. I change!

THE COCOON: After his death, I shut myself off from friends and even family because I felt they could never understand my [tag]grief[/tag]. It is what protected me from the horrible pain. I withdrew from life because of all the painful memories. Numbing the pain, I curled up in my cocoon.

THE BUTTERFLY: The pain lessened and I began to heal as a flicker of light and a little color emerged. Breaking free from my cocoon , I reached out to touch life again. As I discovered the brilliant colors around me, I become more like a butterfly sipping some of the nectar from life.

“We are healed to help others.
We are blessed to be a blessing.
We are saved to serve,
not to sit around and
wait for heaven”
from Purpose Driven Life

I transformed my grief to a positive resolution by starting The Compassionate Friends Philippines , the largest self-help organization for bereaved parents, siblings and grandparents in the world.

In our Compassionate Friend’s circles, the butterfly represent the lives of our children who have died. Their spirit lives on and our memories live on, often in fleeting moments . And that we may be able to build a new life after the death of our beloved children.

I’m seeing my friends this afternoon.



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  • http://www.nonoy.blogsiteorg nonoy

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  • Kleenexlambot

    looks very professional! are you designing/publishing this blog yourself?

  • http://aboutmyrecovery.com noemi

    I don’t know what you mean by “professional”. My entries are based on my life experiences . Maybe because I have gone through a lot and I have something to say. So yes, I publish them. About the design, the layout is not mine. It’s a template. The header is mine.

  • Kleenexlambot

    oh, i was referring to the layout in general and the way you write the articles. theyre easy to read.

  • http://www.alternation101.blogspot.com sef

    Hi there,

    I came across this Pinoy musician, Ms. Cynthia Alexander, whose father died and she has not come to terms with his death. The product is a very beautiful melancholic yet hopeful music album which every song she dedicated to him.

    http://www.cynthiaalexander.com/Comet's Tail.htm

    One of the songs in the album talked about how greatful she is of a dragonfly that came by to give her some presence during a frighteningly tender moment where goes…

    Tender trembling waterwings shining over surfacethings

    dragonfly

    chanting course on tumblewind skirting by watercliffs

    falling graceful in your calling

    dragonfly

    all for this all for these all for this

    All for this very tender moment

    all for this very trembling

    swiftly come flinging past fly on flimsy transparencies

    blinded by your ecstacies

    dragonfly

    all for this all for these all for this

    All for this very tender moment

    all for this very trembling

    http://www.cynthiaalexander.com/Comet's Tail/dragonfly.htm

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