Twice this past week I have seen 2 different dragonflies hanging around the house. It struck me on the coincidence of this since I've been chasing a good dragonfly picture for over a year now. After some googling I found this story...
In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs. They could not understand why none of their group came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water.
They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to her.
Soon, one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface. She rested on top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation that made her a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain she tried to keep her promise - flying back and forth over the pond. She peered down at her loved ones below.
Then she realised, even if they could see her they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.
The fact that we cannot see our loved ones or communicate with them after the transformation which we call death, there is no proof they cease to exist.
Maybe I'm just still struggling and grasping for answers. Then again, maybe it's a gentle reminder that even though if feels we've lost so much lately, Kojak and Greg are not lost in our hearts.
It still hurts though....