How could this be as she looked down at the shawl as her tears landed on the glass bead. Butterflies, her Mom had spent so many years showing her butterflies, watching them flit back and forth from flower to flower. Their grace, their beauty. How could her mother be gone? Why didn’t she know? She had arrived just in time to be presented with the shawl her mother had knit her. And now the woman whose voice always guided her was no more.She felt guilt and anger as she had not known. And the loss she felt was unbearable. And there were butterflies, all over the shawl, beautiful beaded butterflies. She would have to tend to things now. But if she left the room she would have to admit her mother was gone. Test knit by the amazing knittingsal.