When I See A Monarch Butterfly

Alexander Scott Herbst
August 20, 1990 – July 21, 2018

Sometimes there are no answers to why.  Somethings can’t be explained. We don’t know why Alex drown on Saturday, July 21st and we don’t know why we were drawn to the Musinger Gardens on Sunday, July 22, 2018.

If we hadn’t found a parking space on the crowded street…If we had gotten there earlier or later…If we had taken a different path towards the rose garden or the peacock cage…If we hadn’t become curious about the white paper triangles people held gingerly between their thumb and finger…If we hadn’t heard the announcement there were a few butterflies left for sale…If I hadn’t had a twenty…If Chris hadn’t stood in line with an additional five…If one thing had been different…

Rich wouldn’t have been the one to set this butterfly free.

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“The caterpillar dies so the butterfly could be born. And, yet, the caterpillar lives in the butterfly and they are but one. So, when I die, it will be that I have been transformed from the caterpillar of earth to the butterfly of the universe.”
– John Harricharan

Some people believe butterflies represent the souls of those who have recently departed from this world.   When I see a  butterfly, I think of Alex and I believe it is his way of saying, ‘look after my dad.’


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