When I was little and my grandpa died, my momma told me they come back as butterflies to say hi to us and to tell us it's ok. I was scared of butterflies after that, not cuz they were scary, but because I was afraid I would hurt them. I'm not scared anymore, but I'm still scared of hurting them because they're very delicate.

This drawing was sorta triggered by Chester Bennington's passing today. He was very influential in my life and in the way I express myself, and I know I'm not alone.
I don't know who this butterfly is supposed to be, however. Either one of my grandpa's, one of my two cats (Duke and Kahuna) who passed away around 8 years ago, a relative I met once before he killed himself, or maybe someone who has yet to pass. Maybe I drew this for other people who have lost someone they love. All I know is that I'm gonna cry every time I look at this piece.

Butterflies are souls with their beauty on the outside this time.