“A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam, and for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world:
but then it flies again. And though we wish it could, have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it”

~ author unknown

“As you release this butterfly in honour of me, know that I’m with you and will always be.
Hold a hand, say a prayer, close your eyes and see me there.
Although you may feel a bit torn apart, please know that I’ll be forever in your heart.

Now fly away butterfly as high as you can go, I’m right there with you more than you know.”

~ Jill Haley

“Fly, fly little wing, Fly beyond imagining, The softest cloud, the whitest dove, Upon the wind of heaven’s love
Past the planets and the stars, Leave this lonely world of ours, Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again. Fly, fly precious one, Your endless journey has begun, Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this, Cross over to the other shore, There is peace forevermore
But hold this memory bittersweet, Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear, Don’t waste a breath, don’t shed a tear, Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don’t wait for me, Above the universe you’ll climb, On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set, But I won’t forget.
Fly, fly little wing, Fly where only angels sing, Fly away, the time is right, Go now, find the light”

~ author unknown

“I’d like the memory of me, To be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an after glow, Of smiles when life is done., I’d like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times
And bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, To dry before the sun
Of happy memories, That I leave when life is done”

~ author unknown

A Place Where Children Are:

“What kind of place, would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls,
that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange
would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children
were not gathered ’round to help the angels sing. The children
that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need
their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration
of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay,
just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do
the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two
our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there
bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place
where children are.”

~ author unknown