Winnipeg and Butterflies

One of the places where CJ and I had gone together was Winnipeg. I wanted to come back here to spread his ashes. So when the Diving Club decided to come here for a meet, I decided to tag along .

Unfortunately, the connection I usually feel in these places was missing this time. Nothing seemed familiar nothing invoked, strong memories.

I decided to just enjoy the trip for what it was, a change, an adventure. CJ was still with my in my heart.

Today I took the time to be on my own to explore. I went to a place they call The Leaf. Inside you can explore four distinct places, one of them a butterfly garden.

Up a glass elevator to the third floor and across an open air bridge was the entrance to the butterflies.

Inside was pure magic. Hundreds of butterflies. Dancing in the sunlight, occasionally landing.

I wandered around for a while, taking pictures and just enjoying it for what it was.

Just before I decided to leave, I sat down a little dejected and missing CJ, I gave myself up to the sadness because that’s OK

All of a sudden, a large butterfly flew right up and just gently brushed my forehead. It was incredible. I knew it was CJ You see that was my way I would say goodbye to CJ when he was here- by kissing him on the forehead.

I sat there stunned, just accepting the sign. After a minute or so another one or the same one flew back and this time lightly landed on my forehead, for just a heartbeat, and then flew away.

My heart felt true connection.

I may not have found the connection here in this town, but CJ found a way to tell me “ ‘Mum I am here”