Chicago Hypnosis Center

I lost my dad in 2007.

A few days later, I was in my garden when a white butterfly landed on my tomato plant… and stayed with me the entire time I worked.

I can’t explain it.
But I’ve never forgotten it.

And now, every time I see a white butterfly, I say, “Hello, Dad.”

Have you ever had a moment like that? 🦋

My Dad’s a Butterfly A visit from beyond…or a meaning made within