For my 56th birthday, my daughter Beth bought me two beautiful wooden butterflies. I hung them on my wall so that I can see them during the day. They often remind me of1.
Our love of butterflies goes2many years. My mom died of cancer (癌症) when I was only 25 years old. Beth was only a baby at that time and had no memories of her3. I try to make up for it by telling stories of my mom to her. But each time I told, Beth looked a little4for I could always see tears (眼泪) in her eyes. One day when we were at the playground, Beth suddenly said how much she5to have her grandma around, seeing other happy kids with grandmas. This time I told her how much her grandma loved her. I said grandma was6over her from Heaven (天堂) and maybe she was even taking a7on the back of a butterfly to come down. At that very moment, a butterfly8flying around Beth's face and then it flew away. Then we both laughed with our9full of love and joy.
Since then, both Beth and I have seemed to attract (吸引) butterflies like flowers.10we stay outside, they would fly down to us. As they11around us, Beth always reaches out hands and dances with them. And each time we are reminded of my mom's love as if she never12. The only time this doesn't happen is during the coldest months of the year because13insects can get through freezing weather. Now during those times I can take a look at the two butterflies my daughter bought14. We all need reminders that we are loved by those who have passed away and those who are still15us.
