Butterflies flit from flower to flower in our garden every day. They are my early-morning delight! At mid-morning, the heat hits hard and some take refuge somewhere.
Their sizes vary, but the biggest I have ever seen is about nine inches in length with colorful wings.
But on the 20th of May, exactly four months after Tony left us, Mother Teresa called me in her shrillest voice. “Come, look at this big butterfly!” It posted itself on one of our posts. I took a shot from a few feet away so as not to scare it off.
Amazed, I moved closer and it didn’t budge. I clicked away and still it stayed. I wasn’t sure if it was a moth or a butterfly, because I haven’t seen anything as big (about 12 inches long or more) and as uniquely designed before.
So I sent the photo to my ading Aie, who loves butterflies. “It IS a butterfly!” she replied.
The butterfly stayed on that post for hours. Then it moved to another post.
“Manong Tony came a-visiting!” ading Aie joked.
Coincidentally, Son #3 saw the same species of butterfly inside his office that same day.
Many cultures associate butterflies with transformation and rebirth because of their metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly. That's why this symbolism leads some people to interpret their presence as a sign of a deceased loved one's visit.
As a believer in Sola Scriptura, I eschew this idea. But definitely, butterflies, beautiful as they all are (and big as the brown one that delighted us one day), demonstrate one of God’s manifold delighting grace. 
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