It is 6 months since my beloved Dad died. His death was peaceful, dignified and timely, I have nothing but praise for the way he was looked after in the final week before his death. I would not change a thing. (Except him having Alzheimers in the first place, obviously).
Yesterday, Mum and I took the 250 mile round trip to visit his grave, now that the headstone is complete. This is an accomplishment in itself, as Mum has a bladder the size of a peanut, and we spend as much time in the service stations as on the motorway. She is in a wheelchair, too, which complicates things further. Anyway, we did it, the sun shone, and the new gravestone looked lovely.
As we drove down, we pondered over whether Dad would send us a 'sign' to let us know that he approved of his inscription, liked his flowers, just something to say he knew we were there.
We arrived, arranged the flowers, chatted to him about things, and finally told him we were ready to go now. At that moment, a large dragonfly appeared, and settled on Mums shoulder. It rested there in the sun for several minutes, sunning itself, before soaring away.
Dad sent that dragonfly. I know he did.
Mum and I have both derived great happiness of from this small event. Mum wanted photos of the grave, which I have printed out and put with her photos of the flowers and wreaths from when he died....and now, in the album, we also have a photo of Dad's dragonfly.
jks
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Yesterday, Mum and I took the 250 mile round trip to visit his grave, now that the headstone is complete. This is an accomplishment in itself, as Mum has a bladder the size of a peanut, and we spend as much time in the service stations as on the motorway. She is in a wheelchair, too, which complicates things further. Anyway, we did it, the sun shone, and the new gravestone looked lovely.
As we drove down, we pondered over whether Dad would send us a 'sign' to let us know that he approved of his inscription, liked his flowers, just something to say he knew we were there.
We arrived, arranged the flowers, chatted to him about things, and finally told him we were ready to go now. At that moment, a large dragonfly appeared, and settled on Mums shoulder. It rested there in the sun for several minutes, sunning itself, before soaring away.
Dad sent that dragonfly. I know he did.
Mum and I have both derived great happiness of from this small event. Mum wanted photos of the grave, which I have printed out and put with her photos of the flowers and wreaths from when he died....and now, in the album, we also have a photo of Dad's dragonfly.
jks
x