





A childhood friend of mine died the day after Mother's Day. We attended his funeral and was amazed at how full one church could get. I didn't think that they would have a viewing, but they did. I wasn't sure if I was going to go see him, but I did. He looked like the same guy I grew up with...just looked weird seeing him laying there in a casket.
His parents live out in the country in a little town outside of Lincoln City...most people don't even know it is a town! But, his parents, uncle's, and both sets of grandparents are the only ones that live on this old country road and own acres of land. It is absolutely beautiful and so peaceful. Across the road from where his parents live, there is this area where they would have huge fires and get togethers. His mom had this sign made, "Shawn's Camp" and dedicated it to the memory of Shawn. The night of the funeral, all of his close friends and family met at this place for a big fire and to tell stories about him. I couldn't attend because I had to work, but I heard it was quite the turnout.
My mom was very close to him. She held him when he was 2 hours old and watched him grow up. He was just a year younger than me, so we were always doing things together for church and school. My mom took it very hard, and surprisingly, so did I. No, we were not that close, but we knew each other, we grew up together...it was Shawn. Everyone loved him...I can't think of one person who didn't like him. He was a jock, but he didn't act like your typical jock. He cared for everyone. Always had the biggest smile, gave the biggest hugs, there for you if you ever needed him.
My mom was waiting up for me one night when I got home from work. She told me that she was finally ready to go to Shawn's Camp and see this place that he loved so much. So, I agreed to go with her. The next morning, my mom, Emily and I all went to Shawn's Camp...a day that I will never forget.
To get to Shawn's Camp, we had to drive over a little wooden bridge that was over a small creek. It opened up into a field of grass, and you could see where they had the fires. It was surrounded by huge trees and the only thing that could be heard was the creek running and the birds singing. So peaceful...I could just spend hours there. Within minutes of getting out of a car, my mom noticed a white butterfly. My mom loves butterflys and she was thrilled to see one, especially white. It landed at her feet and just stayed there. Emily walked over to see it and it flew up in front of her, and then landed at my mom's feet again. We then walked over to the bridge to look at the creek, to which the butterfly followed us. My mom and I were discussing how peaceful it was and how we understood why his mom would go there often. Emily was in the background doing her imaginary play as usual. All of the sudden, she stopped, turned around and looked at me. With the most serious look on her face, she looked up at me and said, "Mommy, I can't see him." I quickly looked at my mom in disbelief. Could she possibly hear Shawn? We took a few pictures and decided it was probably time to leave. As we got in the car and started pulling away, the white butterfly appeared and flew alongside the car. As we pulled out to the road, it flew in front of us and wouldn't move. Normally, I wouldn't care and just keep driving and hope it got out of the way, but I just felt the need to stop. I stopped the car and waited for this white butterfly to move. It flew in front of the windshield for about 20 seconds and then flew back towards Shawn's Camp. Could it have been Shawn, I think so.
Come to find out, Shawn loved butterflys. When his mom would be planting flowers, he would ask her if they were plants that would attract them. He loved butterflys.
I know some of you are thinking this is a completely random blog for me, but I wanted to write the story to have it forever. And, maybe, just maybe, Emily being so innocent, did actually hear Shawn.