kimblanchard Posted January 9, 2004 Share Posted January 9, 2004 A friend enclosed this in a sympathy card she sent to me. She said it gave her some comfort when her father died. [i]In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the lily stems 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 had happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him into a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him, they would not recognize such a radiantly beautiful creature as one of them. That we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is no proof that they cease to exist. You are all in my thoughts. Kim[/i] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lilyjohn Posted January 9, 2004 Share Posted January 9, 2004 What a beautiful way to discribe what we feel and hope for. Thank you. I hope that your loss will be eased a little knowing this. Lillian Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Debaroo Posted January 10, 2004 Share Posted January 10, 2004 Thank you, Kim, for sharing...you have no idea how much I needed that. I mean it, I REALLY NEEDED THAT. Just been thinking about Daddy alot today, and been very down...your post really lifted my spirits. Take care, Deb Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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