Three Moths

There are many people who identify their lost loved one with something.  Dragonflies, cardinals or moths are a few I have heard of.  I have identified Curtis with eagles from the beginning because of a story I had heard from the day of the funeral.  Apparently, from the time we arrived at the church until the end of the funeral, two eagles floated above the members of the patriot guard, only leaving after the service.   

Yesterday seemed to be an exception for me. 

I'll back up a bit and say that it was bull riding weekend in Rochester again.  On Friday Dave and I went alone, but soon were surrounded by many of the people of the rodeo that have become a part of a tradition for us.  Some we know from the past two years, some that are just introducing themselves but have known our faces for two years.  Saturday, we had plans with a few more people to attend with us, one being our friend who had lost her brother.  While waiting for the event to start another sister of a local fallen hero sat a few seats in front of us.  I decided that they both needed to meet the announcer so their loved one could be recognized as well.  It was a good night.

So yesterday afternoon, as the winds picked up, little black moths with orange tipped wings started fluttering around my front window.  Three to be exact.  With the wind so strong, I expected them to leave quickly, but they stayed and played long enough that I walked to the window to watch.  One started to fly at the window tapping it several times.  It made me smile, thinking of the three boys.

Later, Dave and I decided to take the dog for a walk at a local park.  An evening walk is highly unusual for us, we prefer walking in the mornings.  As we started  down the path, again I saw three black, orange tipped wing moths appear leading us down the trail.  One flew directly at me only diverting itself at the last second.  This time it made me laugh.

Some may say I'm reading into this too much, trying to find a sign in anything.  I don't think so.  Anything that reminds me of Curtis or others that have passed, keeps their memory alive.  I'm grateful that this particular sign brings a happy thought.  Three great guys, who didn't know each other in life, have found a connection in death.  They have brought three families together to celebrate their lives.