Day #64 - Dad's Birthday

Today, March 6th is my Dad's birthday.  He would be 77. Dad died 13 years ago this April. Sitting outside a year or so before he died he said 'I'd like to come back as a butterfly. They are so carefree and free.'  We scattered Dad's ashes at sunrise one morning. He was finally free. We also had a butterfly release that morning. One butterfly hung back. Fly we told it, you're free. It flew.  Today, Dad's birthday with the wind howling and rain falling a beautiful yellow swallowtail came down the chimney at my Mom's house and settled on the fireplace screen. My brother Michael took this cell phone pic of it. It's on a paper towel on a old oil lamp next to the computer.  Dad always sat next to that lamp. It's cold out, it's March, it's not butterfly weather.  Love you lots, miss you lots ....... Happy Birthday Dad xx