Butterfly Laughter by Katherine Mansfield

In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: “Do not eat the poor butterfly.”
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother’s lap.

Hoping your loss and pain is made bearable by the many happy memories……of Jenna’s
giggles, and jokes, and those amazing blue eyes!
Karin Persoon

The second memory to share, is how I will always remember Jenna. She looked at me one day with a twinkle in her big blue eyes and a mischievous grin on her face and asked me “Barb, do you know where cows go when they’re on a date?” “No, where do they go?” I replied. Her whole face lit up as she said “To the moooovies!” Then she and I both burst out laughing. I think she liked my response because she told me that joke at least 3 times that day, and her excitement and joy at the joke made me laugh every time. Her beautiful face shining with laughter is how I will remember her.

Craig, Yvonne, and Aiden, we know there is nothing we can say to take your pain away. But as you grieve please know that you are not alone. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Love, Barbara, Mark and Justine