butterflies, a cat and a red flower

I’m writing this at about 10 minutes to midnight on Sunday 3rd February. I probably won’t post it now until Monday, because I’m tired and I need my bed.  It’s been a very weird and emotional day for me today.  Today, it was the 2nd anniversary of my rl husband’s passing. For me, it still seems like it was yesterday.  It’s still as raw and hurts just as much as it did back then.  I guess that bit will take some time.  Two years is quite a long time, yet no time at all, it really has passed in the blink of an eye. I made the trip to the cemetery this morning with my single red rose. Then, I spent some time and had lunch with my sister and her family, before coming back home and wondering what the hell to do with myself.

So, after pottering around the house like a lost soul for a bit, I did what I always do. I came inworld and took a picture.  As I was setting up for this shot, it made me smile. My hubby used to tell me butterflies were a sign of new beginnings, when the caterpillar changes into the beautiful butterfly, and then flies away.  It seemed apt, to me, today. There’s also a cat. We always had a cat. Our last cat used to sit on the wall and wait for hubby to come home from work, as soon as he heard his motorbike turn into our street, he would jump down from the wall and wait at the gate until hubby was ready then he would walk in the house with him. Every day, same time, without fail.  Sadly the cat has also gone now, but it’s a nice memory.  And there’s a red flower (ok I know it’s pink, but it’s near enough), symbolising the red rose I take to the cemetery and place in memory of my dear husband, whom I lost, 2 years ago today.

♥

Credits

Butterfly Backdrop by LOP Backdrops
Pose included in Backdrop by Sublime Poses
Elise Sweater by The Annex
Illuminated Top by ArisArisB&W Marketplace
Fall Out Jeans by Vinyl
Mae Hair by Besom