"In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs 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 the 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 radiant creature as one of their number.
"The fact that we cannot see our (family members and) friends or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is no proof that they cease to exist."
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| A gift given to me yesterday from my husband Joe, along with copy of the legend. The dragonfly's thorax is comprised of aquamarines - Brandon's birthstone. With love and in memory (always) Brandon Conrad Gromada 03/16/74 to 06/02/12 One year and I am/our family is Still Standing... |
I've been thinking of you all weekend. Thank you for sharing this blog with us as you've walked the last year as well as this particular piece.
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