Jonas was laid to rest today. I have been thinking about him all day, him and his sweet family. Looking at the clock, subtracting an hour for Utah time, praying for Whit and Lindsey's peace.
We took Dakin out for our customary walk on nice days. I wasn't keeping much of a conversation up, thinking as I was.
But then it happened.
The butterfly. It flittered right across our path. Orange and perfect, at exactly 12:15 pm.
It was a message to me: a message of how Jonas' parents are being cared for by unseen hands, and how we will be cared for when our time (I hope it's a billion years from now) with Dakin comes.
That little butterfly was a tiny bit of peace for me. It reminded me of a quote I read recently:
Joy is not the absence of pain. It is the presence of God.
Rest in peace, sweet Jonas.