My Aunt recently passed away. There was a memorial service. At the start of the service, the pastor was reading from a letter written by her as well as a poem. She loved butterflies and rainbows. Shortly after the service began, it started to rain. A butterfly flew in and wouldn't leave. I held her on my hand for a time, then transferred her to my aunt's best friend. The beautiful butterfly clung to many of us during the service. Halfway through, the rain stopped and this tiny but beautiful rainbow appeared. It was obvious to all present that my aunt attended her memorial, spreading her love to all, as she did every day of her life here on earth.
