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Butterfly Wedding Releases (Founded in 1993)

In Association with South African Butterfly Breeding Association (SABBA)
A Non Profit Company (NPC) – Registration No. 2005/035553/08, P. O. Box 599, Ramsgate, 4285.

We have been supplying SA butterflies as confetti since 1999.
Note; This service is not available to wedding/function Coordinators or wedding/function Venues


To avoid misunderstandings and misrepresentations
– we do not deal with third parties –




Releasing butterflies adds a unique and memorable touch to a memorial service. The butterfly has long been symbolic of freedom, love and new life or the beginning of a new journey. Family members and friends may “send their love on the wings of a butterfly” as they each release their own individual butterfly ~ a very touching and personal experience. Alternatively, a mass release of butterflies from one release box… open the lid and fill the sky with an amazing flutter of beautiful butterflies ~ such a unique, symbolic and personal way to commemorate the passing of a loved one… special memories that last forever.Our Company specialises in offering our personal support and professional assistance when arranging butterflies for a memorial service. We happily cater for any number of butterflies and in any combination of release packaging as personally desired. In appreciation of the fact there is limited notice involved with the planning of a memorial service we continually breed butterflies to fulfil orders on short notice. Although fulfilling such orders is always subject to the availability of butterflies ~ we recommend that you contact us with as much notice as possible to confirm availability



“Aren’t we all one-day butterflies, not aware of time.
Searching for partners or honey, until death kisses us.
Then in his arms, tenderly rocked, waiting for a new chance
to fly away again and join the dance, of the one-day butterfly”

~Author Unknown


“My little Mädchen found one day, A curious something in her play, That was not fruit, nor flower, nor seed;
It was not anything that grew, Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew; Had neither legs nor wings, indeed;
And yet she was not sure, she said, Whether it was alive or dead.


She brought it in her tiny hand
To see if I would understand, And wondered when I made reply, “You’ve found a baby butterfly.”
“A butterfly is not like this,” With doubtful look she answered me.


So then I told her what would be.

Some day within the chrysalis; How, slowly, in the dull brown thing,Now still as death, a spotted wing,
And then another, would unfold, Till from the empty shell would fly A pretty creature, by and by,
All radiant in blue and gold.


“And will it, truly?” questioned she – Her laughing lips and eager eyes, All in a sparkle of surprise
“And shall your little Mädchen see?” “She shall!” I said. How could I tell,


That ere the worm within its shell, Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread,
My little Mädchen would be dead?


To-day the butterfly has flown, – She was not here to see it fly, –


And sorrowing I wonder why, The empty shell is mine alone.
Perhaps the secret lies in this: I too had found a chrysalis,
And Death that robbed me of delight, Was but the radiant creature’s flight!”

By Mary Emily Bradley. Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.


“On the wings of the tiniest earth angels,
may the spirit of those that we mourn today be remembered
and may this be the start of healing for all.”

~Author unknown


“A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam…and for a brief moment it’s glory
and beauty belong to our world…but then it flies on again, and although
we wish it could have stayed, we are so thankful to have seen it at all.”

~Author unknown


The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Butterflies are self propelled flowers. ~ R.H. Heinlein

If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies.

~ Author Unknown


The caterpillar does all the work but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

~ Attributed to George Carlin