I sat beside Sharon’s minutes after she took her last breathe. The doors leading to the Garden were open, and through those doors I watched as a butterfly landed on my sweet wife’s forehead, paused for a short time then flew out the door and back into the garden. I believe that was Sharon’s way of telling me that she is free now. Look up the meaning of what a butterfly stands for and you’ll get the meaning. Goodbye my love I’ll miss you till we meet again.