My sister died of cancer at seven, about five years ago. She was almost buried with my favorite childhood stuffed elephant that I had given to her while she was sick but my mother pulled it from the casket last second. The picture is very akin to what the actual stuffed elephant looks like. The butterfly is because I had these large wire butterflies hanging from my ceiling in my bedroom. A few days after she died my mother woke up (we slept together a lot during that time) to one of the butterflies resting on me, perfectly as I slept. She didn’t leave. She’s still with me. I think that’s what she wanted me to know.
Done by Jake at Skinsations in Norman, OK
