Mrs. Ledford texted me and Dad a picture of a black butterfly and told us the following story this weekend which was the one-week anniversary of your accident/death:
I held this picture back for a year. I was sitting in my backyard praying for your family after I heard the news of Hayden. As I was sobbing that another family may feel the horrible pain of losing a child, a butterfly began circling my head and body. It landed on my foot and stayed there for a really long time; for my entire prayer time.
After investigating what type of a butterfly it could be, it is a rare type and rarely seen in Michigan.
I like to think it was a sign from Hayden, Dean and God and their conversation went like this:
God: let's send a sign that you are with Me.
Dean and Hayden: Don't send her a bat! She hates bats! (And both boys begin to discuss how they saved me from bats)
God: let's send a gentle butterfly that looks like a bat!
(Side note: I saw a blackish butterfly later in the day flying around the front porch after I read her story, almost like you were confirming that you knew I knew now. Love you!)
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