Well, this story spans decades and details can be lengthy so I'll try to keep it short. With that being said punctuation may be bad since I'm on my cell.
It involves my grandparents on my dads side. Grandmother passed three days before 9-11. My dad was supposed to fly home that day, but had delays and such. I did not see them much because my parents divorced and naturally dads get alienated. So, it had been a while and they always wanted to see me.
I was deployed and during my mid tour leave from the middle east I decided to not tell anyone I was coming home. Walked in the front door and my mom thought I was a burglar. It was funny at the time. She immediately told my to call my grandfather, so I did.
My aunt answered and said he wasn't able to speak, he was dying. Sleeping and mumbling. But my aunt said he kept asking about me that night so she had me speak in his ear and let him know I was home. She said he could hear me.
Got off the phone and when I called the next morning she said he had passed after the phone call.
So I packed up for a road trip to attend the funeral. I had not seen that side of the family since my Gram passed.
I stayed with one cousin while out there and as we pulled up to the cemetary she said if we see a butterfly then it is Pap.
Saw a butterfly, but this gets weird.
We are standing in a circle around the grave and they are burying two urns. Apparently my pap kept her ashes so they could be buried together.
The pastor was speaking and then went into song...everyone had their heads down from what I could see. I was looking around trying to hold back tears.
So off in the distance I see a butterfly, then another comes to join it. I'm really fighting tears at this point. Then what do you know. They start flying in the services direction.
The hairs on my body stand up everytime I tell this story.
Here's the crazy part, they keep getting closer...and closer....and closer. They were actually quite far away at first. They kept coming closer....the flew past the opposite side and straight toward me.
Both of them kept flying and they both landed on my lips. I reacted by jerking my head because I wasn't expecting two bugs to land on my face.
I glanced over at my aunt right after that happened and she burst into tears when she saw that. She was the only one to see it because she happened to glance up, It is barely believable.
Years later me and my tank crew were having horrible luck trying to be the top tank in our company while in Korea. Everyone's morale was in the dumps. We were sitting there getting ready for our qualifying day run and two butterflies flew past and landed on the turret.
I told my guys we would be fine and told them the whole story.
We shot top tank. Here's the trophy from that day.
