Visiting your sister’s grave sucks

It’s been almost a year since she died.  I haven’t been where she is buried in that year.  I’ve been close but have not had the strength to go there.

Yesterday I took the time and visited her and my grandparents.  (Their ashes are buried in the same plot/ area.)

As I cried, I listened to the woodpecker pecking on the tree.  I felt the sun shining on my leg.

I asked for a sign from her.  She has shown herself to me as a Monarch butterfly at least 7 times.  On the beach, she touched my shoulder.  She is with me.

It was not until later that day that she showed herself.  I was working at the fair tent for the DeMolay/ Rainbow girls.  All of the sudden, a Monarch flew into the tent and immediately out of the tent.

She is with me.

Visiting your sister’s grave just sucks.  However, there is peace knowing that she is walking this journey called life with me.
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Have a magical day,
Traci

 

Welcome To . . .

Here are a few photos from our road trip. 

When we go to different states, we love to stop at the welcome center and get photos welcoming us to the different states. 

Be sure to check back tomorrow for another photo or maybe photos from our road trip. 

The travel blogs of this road trip will begin in August after the Holland, Michigan blog posts are complete. 

Have a magical day,

Traci