i have to reply to your post....my dad died many years ago...he was always a lover of nature...shortly after his death i was sitting in my yard...thinking of him and missing him terribly when out of nowhere came a large monarch butterly which almost sat on my nose!.i knew at that minute that my dad had come back as a butterfly...and every year when the butterflies return.....there is always one that comes very close to me whenever i need reassurance...the sweetest time i remember was last summer..my small grandsons were running around in circles in their backyard....right above them hovered a big orange butterfly.......in my dads honor i raised butterflies for a few seasons and let them free when the temperature was warm enough....even went as far as having a butterfly tattooed over my heart......ya know.....sometimes it just helps to believe in miracles......