Abstract
“We lost our only child, Matthew, on March 28, 2005. On that day our world around us collapsed, and everything as we knew it came to an abrupt halt. As days turned into weeks, I prayed every day and night for some type of sign from heaven above to let me know that Matthew was okay. “On July 14, 2005, what would have been Matthew’s sixteenth birthday, I laid flowers and placed balloons at his resting place, and I again pleaded for a sign, a message from Matthew. ‘Please, Matthew,’ I said aloud, ‘send me just a little something—I’d like to see a butterfly.