My son, Mike, has such a kind heart. Soon after I lost my husband, Steve, I went to visit Mike in LA. It was my birthday and I thought my writing novels was a thing of the past. But then Mike gave me a beautiful butterfly card. It read, “I know these months have been hard but I want you to know how proud I am of you. You will find your wings and fly again soon.” Amazing to me there were butterflies lighting softly on a huge beautiful flowered bush on a wall outside my hotel window. I decided right then I would find the creativity inside to write another book in the Mystic Bay Series and butterflies would somehow be a theme. It took a while but finally I started working on the book I would later call Town of Angels.
In the story set in Mystic Bay again, the main character, Angel Ken, sends comfort and healing with a wave of butterflies from his hand. I so loved writing these scenes just as much as writing angels flying at night when no one can see them. In the story when bully, Klaus Waxman, comes to town calling out the angel sightings as fraudulent publicity stunts, Angel Ken is there. With an inspiring angel debate and kindness from the town Angel Ken is able to refute Klaus’ claims. Angel Ken uses his angel wisdom to eventually help the lonely sad man.
As I wrote, the idea of butterflies became comforting to me as well. I realized how Mike’s special card with a butterfly on it had given me such a wonderful avenue to tell my angel stories. In the story children, Val and Billy Jo, delight as butterflies land on their fingers and shoulders..
A few months after I published Town of Angels a wonderful thing happened. My daughter, Elizabeth, called me from her home in New York City. “Mom we’ve been sitting on the steps of our apartment building each afternoon and a butterfly has been coming around even landing on us!”
Each day for a week an admiral butterfly visited them. Once it landed on my son in law’s finger. Then the next time it landed on my daughter’s shoulder. The final time it landed on the baby’s shoulder. After a week’s visitation the butterfly was gone. Was this a coincidence? I would like to believe there are no coincidences. I believe angels sent butterflies to my family as a joyful gift from heaven, a reminder of love. Will I write another story about angels and butterflies? I already have.