My sister, my beautiful butterfly, left this world on January 30, 2016.
Long before she became my butterfly, she was simply my sister. Seeing her struggle so much, I would often tell her to be like a butterfly—to spread her wings, fly free, and leave her worries behind. I wanted so badly for her to see the beauty and strength that I saw in her. Little did I know she was carrying far more than she ever let on.
She was full of love, laughter, kindness, and a heart that cared deeply for others. Yet she also faced struggles and pain that many people never saw.
She fought battles for most of her life until the weight of them became too much to bear, and she died by suicide.
Her story is not defined by the way it ended, but by the life she lived, the love she shared, and the impact she had on those who knew her.
For a long time, I carried the pain of not being able to save her. Over the years, I have come to understand one of life’s hardest lessons: no matter how much we love someone, we cannot walk their path for them. We can support them, encourage them, and stand beside them, but ultimately, their journey is their own.
I find comfort in believing that she reincarnated into a butterfly—finally at peace and no longer weighed down by the pain she had carried for so long.
Now, whenever I see a butterfly, I think of her and smile.
To me, she will always be my beautiful butterfly.
Thank you for being here.
With love,
— Cindy ❤️