Yesterday the family travelled like a gypsy caravan to unveil Lee Lee's grave marker. It's hard to believe that it's been a year since she passed away, her absence has left a big hole in the fabric of our clan and her memory is a blessing. She would be pleased that all of her boys were there, along with their wives. My husband was her first grandchild, and my children her first great grandchildren and we wouldn't have missed it for the world.
We gathered around the wrapped marker, next to her husband who preceded her. The weather was cloudy which is a blessing in the steaming southern summer. We wasted no time knowing the sun was only temporarily foiled. As one we began the blessings, while we removed the cover from her simple stone, something breathtaking happened. A single monarch butterfly flew across the cemetery and landed on the headstone and then took a short hop to Lee Lee's grave and landed. During the service it just stood there, occasionally flapping it's wings. It wasn't until we were saying Kaddish, which affirms our love for G.d and concludes the service that the butterfly took off again.
My daughter, who has recently taken up photography, was livid that she didn't have her camera and we had to assure her that some events aren't meant to be captured on film, but are held in our hearts permanently.