Why Was This One A Butterfly?

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At the memorial, the baby’s older sisters wept and clutched one another while her parents sat and stared, stoic and inconsolable, the mother fingering her rosary.

“When a baby dies, some of us might feel angry with God,” the priest said. “We might ask, ‘Why did You allow this to happen?’ Even I don’t know why. God gives us redwood trees that live for hundreds of years, but God also gives us butterflies that only live a few days. Perhaps it’s not our job to know. Perhaps ours is just to cherish them both as miracles while they’re here.”