The Butterfly  
Although living with Acute Mylogenous Leukemia for 4 1/2 years, Amy's final days came upon us unexpectedly. She had been hospitalized for 2 weeks. On the morning of July 26th, Amy could not be aroused. She just wouldn't wake up. Her doctor informed me that all her blood work indicated her body was shutting down and he did not expect her to make it through the night.  

How many times have people heard that before? I didn't believe it! Surely, she'd have more time! I turned on the television and tried to arouse Amy by telling her that her favorite "soaps" were on. She still wouldn't wake up.

When my husband and daughter arrived I muted the volume on the television, I did not turn it off. Leif, Lori and I began Amy's beside vigil. Family came to say their goodbye's. She was on oxygen and her breathing was labored. Each breath was accompanied by a heartbeat we could hear.

Hours passed. Suddenly she opened her eyes. After several moments I asked, "Amy, is it time for you to go?" Then I softly whispered, "Amy, walk with Jesus", there was that heartbeat and breath, "walk with Jesus", again the heartbeat and breath, "walk with Jesus"......and she was gone.

I looked to the clock on the wall to note her time of death, 11:45 p.m.

I had only muted the volume on the TV earlier that day. No one paid any attention to might as well been turned off. However, when Amy passed at 11:45, there on the TV, next to the clock, was the most beautiful monarch butterfly displayed upon the television screen. Just the butterfly.....nothing else!


The butterfly is symbolic of new life.......a transformation. I believe Amy's new life began at that moment on July 26, 1999 at 11:45 p.m.

…If you take a close look, the lovely painted butterfly above is from Amy's poster, just above the sunflower…