Karen M Rotunno Relation to Deceased: grandaughter Gram, I love you for always being there for me and I miss our talks. I love you Carmie ha The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips