Lisa Salvatore

When Our Loved Ones Pass, Their Souls Live On

Loss is hard, no matter what.

Death is an inevitability of life and so….final.  Nothing can ever go back to the way it was when a loved one passes, and this is what makes it so difficult.

Every holiday, every anniversary, is changed forever.

Hanging on to the good times is all that we can do, to honor and cherish their presence in our lives, and the memories.

To be grateful and thankful for the times we had with them.

Last week we lost an Aunt who was very close and very special to our family.

Aunt Carol was 98 years old, God Bless her and sharp as a whip.

She was my Grandmother’s sister, and did not have any biological children.

Aunt Carol was always with us, and to be honest she was like another Grandmother to my siblings and I.

I had a particularly close relationship with her (all of us did, but you know we sometimes just bond with certain people and she and I were like that).

All of my memories as a little girl include Aunt Carol.  She was always there.

One of my fondest memories of her was when I was seven.

I had to have my tonsils and adenoids taken out and I was terrified.  “What if I don’t wake up”?  This was my constant question and fear.

She promised me that I would be ok and I made her promise me about twenty-five times, ha!  She also promised she would be there as soon as she could.

When I woke up from the anesthesia I was confused.  I vividly remember, however, Aunt Carol.  Right there at my bedside with red jello (my childhood favorite) in hand, ready to feed me.

She was like that, always there no matter what.

I realize as each day passes how very lucky I am, we all were, to have had her for this long.  Still, my heart hurts and I am sad.  I will miss her tremendously and already do.

I will continue to reflect upon all of the good, because that will keep her memory alive and keep me knowing how lucky and thankful I am to have had her in my life.

About yesterday.

Even though I know she is in a better place and at peace, I needed a sign.

Yesterday (Easter Sunday) I got outside for a run.  As I was running a little butterfly flitted in front of my face….it was a white one, very common right?

I started thinking of Aunt Carol and I started talking to her- I said, and I quote “Aunt Carol, send me a blue butterfly so I know you got there ok”.

I asked for BLUE specifically, because how often do we see a blue butterfly?

Later that evening I sat on my couch and opened up my computer…I open facebook and this is the first thing I see. (Press play).

A swarm of blue butterflies.

What is even more amazing to me, is the sound of the birds chirping in the backround of this video.

Sweet Uncle Joe who was Aunt Carol’s husband, passed in 2010 and he loved birds.

In fact, he is the reason I love birds so much.  Together we would watch the birds when I was a child- (“pee pee birds” I used to call the little birds and Uncle Joe would crack up).

That was Aunt Carol’s way of letting me know that not only did she get there?  She is free and with Uncle Joe.  

When I saw this I got the chills, teared up and a huge smile broke across my face.  I was filled with peace.

Remember you can always ask for signs, but you must be open to how and when they show up ???? .

Peace & Love,


Much Love,


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Marianne Pagano
Marianne Pagano
2 years ago

That was a beautiful post. I got the chills too… And something really funny. While I was reading this post I was eating red jello – took the last spoonful when I red about your red jello!!!!

2 years ago

Oh my God Lisa! That was amazing! First off I am obsessed with butterflies! Every year the butterfly I call it but I think it’s just a pretty wife comes to my house and sits on my front reeling and I would see you in a couple of years each year until one day I said hey dad is it you and it turned it looked at me and I started talking to it and I looked around to make sure my neighbors were not looking to think I was crazy and they would call the cops LOL I walked up to it I stuck my finger out my city that if that you come on my finger and it did And now every year it comes it only comes out when I am there or if my mother is walking out the door or if my sister is walking up the walkway I’m going to send you a picture via your email God bless you sorry for your loss. Joan Agnessanto

2 years ago

My mom Rosemary has been gone since 2008. We promised each other long ago that if there was a way to send a signal from the other side she would send them loud and clear. I’ve received messages and signs many times since then. I’m not sure how I figured it out, but she sends me nickels as a reocurring sign.
The other day I thought that I haven’t noticed her messages in a while. Probably because life’s upheaval these days has distracted me from them. Within minutes, as I sat down to watch a DYI home show, a carpenter had a pile of nickels on the counter and the hostess was using Rosemary to scent homemade candles!! She has totally kept her promise to me!

2 years ago

Lisa, this post is lovely, and an important message. Sometimes we forget or our trust in “the other side” wavers. Stories shared like this bring it right back and reinforce our belief –
Thank you

Irina Miteva
Irina Miteva
2 years ago

Lisa, I am so happy to read this! Beautiful!!!! I also receibe guidance in my dreams from my grandmother who passed on March 8th. I am so happy she is present. Thank you sincerely for the sharing!

2 years ago

Wow Lisa! What a beautiful affirmation from the other side of the veil. I thank you for sharing your need to receive signs even though you are so in touch. Signs so important in this plane and gives us the strength and the faith to keep on keeping on.

Wishing you and your family lots of love and comfort during this time of bereavement.

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