Some people say dragonflies are the souls of the dead. Some say the deceased send us dragonflies to give us reassurance.
Thus, the title of my book: Remember the Dragonflies. I think now when people see dragonflies, they think of me.
Sometimes we all need little reminders that we are not alone in this great big universe, that others really do remember, do think of us occasionally, that something we’ve done or achieved might really matter a little. Last week was one of those times for me. I needed a reminder.
My biggest fear is that I will be like my mother in her older years. All her life she worked as a teacher, and she was too tired to go out and get involved in the community, so she didn’t have many friends. When she retired, she isolated herself at home with my dad. When he died, she was truly all alone. No family in town, no friends that she saw on a regular basis, and then when she could no longer drive, she couldn’t go to church and she couldn’t go shopping where she’d be around people. The daily phone calls from my sister and me were all she had. I don’t want to be alone like that.
In my mailbox Thursday was a padded manila package, the return address showing the name of my Memphis friend Susan Cushman. Inside was a sweet gesture from a friend. But it was more than that to me.
Inside a little gray mesh bag was a dragonfly pin. It is old with some realistic touches and fine etchings on the wings—could be antique bronze.
The note that came with it: “I found the enclosed pin on a sidewalk last week. I immediately thought of you.”
Chill bumps came up on my arms as I was immediately taken to the last chapter of my book.
“I see an injured dragonfly on the concrete. . . .I pick it up, put it on the flat palm of my hand, and it walks to the tips of my fingers like it is going to take off and fly away into the heavens, but it doesn’t. I take it to the grass beside the parking lot and give it a resting place on the cool green next to a big rock. . . .Is it a tidy miracle box wrapped up as a gift for me? Some would say I am crazy to think so. . .”
I took it as a reminder that we are all caught up and intertwined in this life, and sometimes we do things for others that turn out to be so much more than we knew, but because we are innately sensitive to a power greater than we are, we listen and act, and often those actions turn out to be very meaningful.
This is a beautiful reminder to have especially on Easter, a time when we think of new and meaningful spiritual life.
Thank you, Susan!