When we stood next to my nephew Brian's casket last summer, a dragonfly came and landed on it. I think it was Brian's way of letting us know he is still here, but not in his physical body.
Brian had Cerebral Palsy. He could not walk, speak, or eat regular food. But he knew how to communicate, and he was the happiest person I knew. He radiated pure love and joy, every day of his life.
If I could be like him, I would have accomplished everything I need to do in this world.
He taught me that my concerns are small, that life is precious and should never be wasted in self-imposed misery.
He used his voice to express pleasure, and always greeted me with a smile- even when I knew he was in pain.
Whenever I see a dragonfly, I think of him and smile.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Dragonfly
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2 comments:
That was incredibly beautiful and very moving.
A fine epitaph. And yet an epitaph is supposedly the final word - what you wrote up there could inspire so many beginnings.
Really delightful.
Rory
Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Rory. I could have written so much more about Brian, and maybe I will at some point. He was (and still is) an incredible soul.
Cindy
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