Oh, to be so free!
A good buddy of mine passed away suddenly when we were 19, and not more than two weeks before that we were at Perkins contemplating after life, and we had agreed that a good thought is if when you die, you get to spend some time as a butterfly and flutter around the ones you care about before heading all the way up to heaven. About a month after he died, I was fishing off my parents dock and a monarch butterfly fluttered around me, landing several times on my arm, for about an hour. The darn thing even seemed at the time to have the same odd sense of humor as my buddy. Was it him? I am not sure, but I can tell you I have looked differently at butterflies for the last 15 years.