Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Carpe Diem Little Creatures Freestyle: Butterfly Release

butterflies released
in memory of loved ones
one with thoughts of you


For my father
31 May 1936 - 28 November 2010

The year after my father died, my son and I went to a butterfly releasing ceremony sponsored by one of the local hospices affiliated with the retirement community I was working in at the time. The butterflies have come out of their cocoons the previous night and are given to each participant in a small container. When the loved one's name is read, the butterfly is released. 

Butterflies do not have a very long lifespan. They live for about two weeks after they emerge.

My nickname as a child was "butterfly" because I loved them so much. When I was three years old, I wept inconsolably after finding a dead butterfly on a walk with my father. When we returned home, my grandmother (father's mother) had called. My mother handed me the phone to say hi to Grandma, and the only thing I said, or rather wailed to the poor woman was "poor butterfly!"

These days I'm pretty sure my nickname is either "asshole" or "resting bitch face," although Ghost Town Grover is polite about it and calls me Ornery, which is short for "the ornery old lady." In fairness, my bitch face never rests. My bitch face is on duty 24-7.

Ghost Town Grover sez: 
"I ain't sure about the bitch face part, but Ornery is purty restless. You kin find her workin' on somethin' at all hours of the day and night. It probably ain't housework, though. Ornery ain't real keen on them domestical tasks.

Cactus Clem Sez:
"Some folks is kinda scairt of Ornery. She's got a reputation fer bein' a mean cuss. Thing is, she's always been purty nice to me. I reckon if yer nice to her, she'll be nice to you, kinda like that Eminem feller says. That feller shore do have the spiciest language, though!

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