Twenty-Four Years.

Photo copyright Aji, 2017; all rights reserved.

It was twenty-four years ago today that Butterfly Woman walked on. 

Actually, it wasn't walking at all, nor even flying; it was being thrown forcibly, violently, from this plane of existence into one where I could not follow. 

My sister has been gone one year shy of a quarter-century. She was the one — the only one — who ever showed me that such a thing as unconditional love actually exists. She was — is — the butterfly.

I still miss her every day.



All content, including photos and text, are copyright Aji, 2017; all rights reserved. Nothing herein may used or reproduced in any form without the express written permission of the owner.