A Different Little Yellow Butterfly...Patricia (Goad) Williamson

I used to "Love" when Butterflies visited my gardens. Now, they bring sorrow and bitter-sweet memories.

 

A "New" but Ever Beautiful Butterfly entered my Garden Yesterday. My Niece, Pat/Sis, died in her sleep. She was just a month younger than I. Neither of us had brothers, so we decided to be sisters.

 

First my Brother in September, Now my Sister.

 

Damn it, someone make me understand!

Done