I haven't posted here in a few years. Didn't need to, I didn't have any spooks, and life was pretty calm in regards to anything spiritual.
A shame it didn't stay that way.
Recently I moved and for the record moving is one of the most stressful things ever. In the middle of all that moving and trying to prepare for my first year at college one of my aunt's passed away. Cancer got her, she fought a tough battle but eventually she gave out. Personally, I didn't know her too well. She was my grandma's sister, I really only saw her once or twice every few years. I did go to her funeral and aside from the usual emotions and tears, there were a few things that stood out.
The first being the surprising amount of butterflies. Both living butterflies and the emotional butterflies. In terms of living, I actually hadn't seen a lot of butterflies this year and I really don't see any in the fall so it was weird to see handfuls scattered around the funeral grounds. The emotional butterflies, I don't know what else to call it. To put it simply, imagine standing and feeling relatively normal when you all of a sudden get hit by this wave of warmth and your stomach drops. It doesn't feel bad necessarily, but it is weird. Give it a few seconds and it passes through you. I don't really know how to explain it better than this. It was like a hug, but from something you can't see?
Another little note about butterflies, the only other time I've seen this many butterflies at a funeral was at my great grannie's who I was quite close with. Even when the anniversary of her death rolls around all of a sudden there will be a bunch of butterflies. It's nice to see, honestly. A reminder she's still here, even if it's as small as a few butterflies and a whiff of roses.
The smell. I'm actually pretty sensitive to smells, and throughout the entire funeral I kept catching whiffs of floral perfume, fresh made bread, and a general garden dirt scent. That's always what her house smelled like. It was a nice smell. Those little whiffs made it seem like she would be walking past me on her way to go say goodbye to someone.
I didn't know her well, but it was nice to feel that maybe she stuck around to bid her family goodbye before departing to whatever comes after death.