Harrison and the Butterfly
(Orange County, California)
Before my son died, we went for a walk. He was a baby.
I came to my home and went to disassemble the stroller/baby chair contraption. I went to set him down to open the door and narrowly missed squashing a beautiful caterpillar.
I think their souls collided.
Later, a week later, I found my son dead in the morning. 9 weeks old and a victim of crib death. Cops, family, stress, tears. There was a lot of commotion. After it cleared, only my father and his girlfriend remained. I went to close the drapes after a very long night. We found a mass on the drape nearest the patio door...
"Gross", I said.
"Let's see what it is", my dad said.
"Ew, fine", I said. Sleep overtook me.
Three days later, just after coming home from cremation arrangments, a butterfly was flapping it's wings against my window - trying to get out, to find light.
A 'Mourning Cloak'. As I was wearing. My son gone, a memory remaining.