Messages from a Newly Departed Soul

In May 2018, my stepfather died (he lived two hours south of me.) I was present for his passing, and as I was leaving the hospice (about an hour after he died) a very large black and white butterfly flew in front of my windshield; a butterfly that is not native to where I live. I marveled just how large it was, as it flew away.

About a week later, I was back home and I heard a tapping on my bedroom window. I looked up to see the "same" black and white butterfly. It stayed long enough for me to look up, and then it flew away.

A week later, I was at his wake, telling everyone about this butterfly. Low and behold, the "same" black and white butterfly appeared in the center of a flower arrangement, surrounded by friends and family of my stepdad.

Looking back, the day he died, I was wearing a black shirt with the cut out of a butterfly on my back; which exposed my bare (white) skin.

Needless to say, I never saw that butterfly again. I believe that my stepdad's soul saw my butterfly shirt, and brought me the "same" butterfly three times (my favourite number) to let me know he was okay.