The "yellow rose" has a special significance to me. When I
lost Tarik a good friend phoned me from the States and told me to pray to St.
Therese of Lisieux France ("The Little Flower"). Apparently, if you pray to her
about the loved one you lost, you will get an unexpected sign of roses to
symbolize they are ok. As Moslems...we do not believe in sending flowers for
condolences. But almost daily we received "roses" at our house from both
Christians and Moslems. There were so many other amazing signs as well that I
got as well...but I somehow felt Tarik was with this lovely little St. Therese
who passed away in 1897 at age 23 (same age as Tarik) and she was interested in
healing (they called her the Doctor of the church). Tarik was also interested in
Alternative Medicine. St. Therese passed away from tuberculosis (which is more
or less drowning)....which unfortunately the way Tarik passed away!
Whenever I see
white butterflies I think of Tarik. Butterflies go through a transformation of
leaving their cocoon behind and turn into beautiful butterflies for a very short
period of time. They are free to soar and see the world below from a different
perspective. This is how I choose to think of my Tarik... with me always and
looking down to protect me and my family and be with us always. I know he's not
a butterfly... it’s only a symbol for me to realize that life goes on in another
dimension....and our loved ones are never really gone.