This is an older post of a very special family story I had the honor of telling and thought it would be nice to re share it with you all here, as it has recently gained some newfound attention. It is a feel good story about finding comfort in the world around you, after you have lost a loved one. My mother passed away from cancer when I was 17, shortly after I started associating butterflies with the person she was.  Maybe she was a free spirit like me?  I often wish I could have known her as an adult.  I always just saw her as Mom, not as an amazing woman with her own identity that I should want to learn more about.

This all may have lead up to why I feel a need to tell my own story, or why I enjoy learning about people's lives through the stories they leave behind.  Why I search for clues through found written letters and old journal entry pages.

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A tumbleweed soul, with the heart of an oak. Growing roots in Richmond, Virginia.