Lorrie and Warren Fox, mother and stepfather of Beth Ann Coefield.
We received a love gift from Carmelo and Linda Spirio in loving memory of their son, Paul. Thank you for your kindness!
Butterfly Wings of Hope
I will never forget the first time I noticed a butterfly at Easter time after my son died. As I observed the beauty and splendor of God’s magnificent creation, I felt a glimmer of hope within me. I knew it was a sign and I realized for the first time that I was awakening from my cocoon of grief. Inside the cocoon I was engulfed in darkness and depression and I felt constricted. I couldn’t see beyond my grief; I was alone…I could not see life and beauty around me.
When I saw the beautiful, otherworldly butterfly flying freely, I realized that I was emerging from my cocoon. I could see the light again and I was free. I was never alone, God was always with me protecting me in the cocoon until the time was right to give me wings and release me into my new life. A life that would never be the same without my son, but a new life filled with hope and beauty until we meet again in heaven.
-Bev Elero, TCF Leesburg
For Brian who is free as a butterfly and living his new life in heaven.
Dear Bereaved Parents, Siblings, and Grandparents,
I pray that you will emerge from the cocoon of grief and grow butterfly wings of hope.
In Christian art, the butterfly is often used as a symbol of hope deriving from the Resurrection. In its three distinct stages— the caterpillar, the chrysalis, the butterfly—it clearly echoes the cycle of life, death, resurrection. And how fitting that it is only in its triumphant final stage that the breathtaking beauty of the butterfly is revealed!
GRIEF MELTS AWAY
LIKE SNOW IN MAY, AS IF THERE WERE NO SUCH COLD, THING.
WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT MY SHRIVELED HEART
COULD HAVE RECOVERED GREENESS?
What loss cries for is not to be fixed or to be explained, but to be shared and, eventually, to find its way to meaning.