We all walked to the gravesite. Everyone was somber and staring at us as we took our seats next to the flag covered casket. The priest spoke, though I can't remember what he said. I looked over at my brother who was dressed in his Navy uniform. All of the sudden he didn't look like a teenager to me anymore. He turned into a man that I almost didn't recognize.
Now one could just chalk this up to an odd experience, but ever since that day moths will show up when I least expect them or when I most need them. If I'm struggling to make a decision... I'll see a moth. If I'm feeling sad about something... a moth appears. If something happy is happening in my life... a moth is there too. Moth encounters happen indoors and outdoors, and during any season of the year. Truly, even though it sounds crazy I believe these encounters are my Dad's way of visiting me. Seeing a moth make me feel that he is still around.