On June 4, 2024 we lost our daughter Bailey to extreme fentanyl poisoning. My family and I have been navigating the crushing grief, trauma, and horror with the help of love, community, therapy, and family. But art has, once again, come to my rescue. I started using my Substack writing as a compass to help me traverse this new terrain while honoring Bailey by making small mixed-media featuring butterflies. Butterflies were a logical choice — beautiful and fleeting like she was — but they also represent immortality, the souls of the departed, and reinvention across a myriad of cultures.