From superoma to super angel

Last night my grandmother passed away. Super Grandma the (great) grandchildren always called her. She passed away at the age of 99.
I remember her as a happy butterfly full of love. Pure love.
Therefore, especially for my grandma, a story from my book "My Grandmother Can Do Anything!".


Two cheerful butterflies

Today we are going to a butterfly garden. I love butterflies so much that sometimes I would like to be a butterfly. Flying and fluttering from flower to flower with beautiful colored wings. I love to dream about that. I think they are so beautiful and that's why Grandma turns into a butterfly shelter especially for me.
Very quietly she sits on a bench with her palms raised to the sky. Butterflies in all colors of the rainbow flutter towards her. They come down on her hands and on her head. On her shoulders and her legs. They come and sit everywhere. From her fingers to her toes.
I guess it has a little to do with the pretty flower dress she is wearing.
Slowly she disappears into a cloud of hundreds of wings. Breathlessly, I watch a giant butterfly grandma fly up into the sky.
'Grandma, how do I become a butterfly too?' I ask.
'You have to think like a butterfly,' she says.
I sit down on my heels and think very deeply. How does a butterfly think? A butterfly is free so I let go of my thoughts. With my eyes closed I let my thoughts flutter, free and light on an imaginary wind.

When I open my eyes again, I see a beautiful orange monarch butterfly sitting in front of me. Very still and with open wings. I open myself too. I think myself open. The butterfly is relaxed. I see it. I feel it. And when a slight vibration goes through the wings, I feel it in my belly. I have a butterfly in my belly. Maybe more than one. Two or three. I dare say there are as many as ten butterflies in my belly. They are tickling and scratching, giggling and chattering. They make me very happy.
Now I no longer think. Right now I am a butterfly and I flutter my own flight.
Together with grandma I flutter past all the flowers. I fly as high as I can and draw beautiful pictures in the air with my wingtips. Finally I land on a butterfly bush. The sun warms my wings. Every now and then I drink nectar from the flower. I feel energetic. And full of spirit. Just like super granny!

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