Milt III is home my son is home!

The excitement was growing moment to moment as Val, my wife, Sarah, my Granddaughter, and I, all waited, staring out the window onto the road that passes in front of our house expecting to see a car with Milt III pass by. We had no idea what kind of car we were looking for, what He would look like after not seeing him for so long, and was not even sure of the time he would be arriving anymore. We expected to hear from him around 1730 hours, or some time before 1800 hours, but nothing, no ring of the phone, no knock at the door, nothing. Our hearts pounding, we could feel a little shaking as we held each other's hands. Waiting for this wonderful human being, the one person on earth that is loved by every member of the Gregory family, and was his grandmother's (my mother) choice of all her children and grandchildren. Milt was the one she asked to whisper something in his ear as she took her last breaths, making all the rest of her family leave the area, into an adjoining room, as she whispered in his ear. As he came out, tears filled his eyes and we asked him what she, our mother, had said to him that was so important that we all had to leave the room. He gave a small Milt III smile and said it was private but he thought she would not mind his telling us. So, he told us what became a special part of the Gregory Family. He said that she would come back to talk to only him, and he could pass on anything he wanted to the rest of the Gregory Family. Milt III asked her the natural question, "How will I know it is you Grandma?" at which she replied, I will be a butterfly, a big beautiful butterfly. This is important because she always loved butterflies and she always had so many in her garden (amazingly enough, not so many after she passed on to her life in heaven). Of course, we now all have many butterfly incidents that we all know must have been our mother, trying to communicate to us. It always brought a special peace and calm to us when she (the butterfly) was in our presence. So, yes, Milt III is home, and we never even heard him enter, he was just there as we stared out the window he appeared behind us. we were all so glad to see him, after all, we can expect to see a lot of butterflies while he is home. Mfgjr