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Believe It to See It

Believe It to See It Bill Philipps

I invited my dad to brunch one recent Sunday afternoon. We haven’t always had the closest relationship, but fortunately it has strengthened with time.

After a delicious meal and rich conversation, we were saying our goodbyes in the restaurant parking lot when a beautiful white butterfly fluttered our way. It danced in front of us then circled us multiple times. It was obvious, at least to me, that it was trying to get our attention; I knew there was nothing random about its presence.

“Look at that,” I said. “Mom is letting us know she is here with us.” A split second after those words spilled from my mouth, I cringed. Why did I just say that out loud? I braced for Dad’s reply.