Every August 14th friends and family gather at his parents house for a "celebration". It is exactly the kind of thing he would love. After his death, his young daughters declared that he was now a butterfly. That idea has stuck with all of us. Butterfly everything has been exchanged back and forth.
A few months ago, for my birthday, I received the most special gift. It was a butterfly house for my yard.
What made it more special was that it was a "true family" gift. This house was given to me by Tim's sister, constructed by Tim's father and painted by his mother. I just simply love it and all that it represents.
Delicate little forget-me-nots painted along the sides.
A resident of the house perhaps.....
I love sitting out on the back deck and looking at this house.
As each year passes we share more laughs than tears on August 14th. We sat around in the sun, and watched the children in the pool, while the adults had a few refreshments. Even Sasha the dog got worn out from all the people.