by Sara
Hi. My name is Sara. I'm from Capitan, New Mexico.
On August 29, 2004 we were sitting at my aunt's house in Alamogordo, New Mexico, because around 1:30 AM, my uncle had committed suicide. His two favorite colors were bright yellow and black. When my dad, grandma, aunt, and cousins were sitting outside, they said that there was a butterfly that flew around for a while that was a bright, yellow and black.
I'm not into that kind of spiritual, life after death stuff, but this was pretty weird. It was the color of his two favorite colors. We couldn't figure out if it was a coincidence, or if it was a sign of him saying "Hey, I'm still with ya guys."