This is a long story, but a few people, Wendy, Shane, Mindy, Stayceeeeeeee, and myself can give you a little background if you need....

Long story short, a while back, Madyson, Shane's niece said she had seen Austin playing behind this rock pile with *butterflies*.  This was after his death.  Strangely enough, a few of us have had these little butterfly *encounters* since then...

A few weeks ago, I had a butterfly at my house, that I could see on my back deck, outside of Austin's bedroom window.  This little butterfly was the exact same kind that was sitting on my hand in the picture.  The one on my deck would NOT leave, even with crusty, my rambunctious pug, running all over the place.  It just sat on the step of the deck, opening and folding it's wings for many hours... I even went and took a shower, expecting it to be gone but no.... it was still there... so..

So being the grieving, somewhat insane mother I am, I start taking this as a sign from Austin... and start actually talking to this butterfly every time it comes around, like it is indeed Austin's spirit, visiting me... *I hope the neighbors aren't hearing these conversations, lol*

I continued having *encounters* with this same or same *type* of butterfly on a regular basis in my backyard and my front, in the morning, evenings, etc... So I'm at Thomas' dad's house and lo and behold, Thomas and I are leaving for school in the morning and here sits this same *type* butterfly right where we're walking...  So I put my hand next to it and it crawls onto my hand, which I wasn't expecting, then proceeds to let me take it in the house, take pictures of it, etc... until I finally have to put it down because we're at this point running late for school...

I know it sounds crazy but I think these are special visits.... I've never had anything so strange happen before.. just thought I'd share....

My little friend who has been coming to visit...