My little brother was the youngest of 8 I was number 7. When he was born the doctor's cut the umbilical cord too short and they had to remove the whole belly button deal and he ended up with a smilie face with dimples.
So, when I was about 5 he was 2-3 and I would catch lady bugs and keep them, with my hand semi cupped, in my belly button. (don't anyone call peta I always let them go so they could live). He was so fascinated that I could do that he would shriek with laughter.
When he died it was mid October in Michigan, cold, brown outside and gloomy. I came home from the hospital and the ceiling in the house was covered in swarms of lady bugs. It blew everyone away.
