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My grandmother died young, four years after her husband (my grandfather) and left behind two children and three grandchildren. My cousin now has two young children of her own who never got to meet their great-grandma. It makes me so sad to think about so I try to push the thoughts away because they give me chest pain. She always said her favorite animal was a cardinal, the bright red birds. Before she died she told me that she would see me again, and she would look like a cardinal, but it would be her spirit and she would still love me always. So my sister, cousin, and I, the three grandchildren, were playing outside one day with the two children of my cousin. I felt this need to turn around and on the fence was a brilliant crimson red cardinal looking right at us with its head cocked to the side. It chirped a few times and flapped its wings. It wasn't even scared of us, it just sat there peacefully and watched us play for an hour or so and finally flew away. We all knew it was our

I had a similar experience with my deceased grandmother during her death anniversary which just so happened to be my graduation practice as well. It was during our lunch break and a lot of people kept telling me there was a brown butterfly on my back and no matter what anyone did to shoo it away, it just wouldn't fly away and I eventually told them to leave it be. Where I'm from, we believed that the dead usually visit the living in the form of a brown butterfly and it stayed on my back for around 30 minutes until I was done eating and then left. I almost broke down in tears when I realized it was my grandma's anniversary that day and dropped by to see how much I had grown.