This is a quick one, but I just had to share. I posted this blog just this morning.
Dragonflies have been symbolic to me since about two days after my father died. I can go into detail on that at a later time, but they are SO symbolic that I have a tattoo of a dragonfly, next to my dad’s signature that says “Love, Dad” which is from a poem he wrote me when I graduated high school. So, safe to say, pretty darn meaningful to me.
I took my daughter to the doctor this afternoon and he’s always got a self-illustrated trivia question posted on a dry erase board in his office. It changes every day, in case you’re wondering.
I sat down across the room and looked (squinted, because I didn’t have my glasses or contacts) and I said “umm…is that a dragonfly?”
It took all I had not to lose it and start crying, but I told him I had to take a picture and just simply told him dragonflies are very symbolic to me of my dad who passed, and the irony/beauty of this being there TODAY, when the appointment was just made TODAY, is rather incredible to me.
So…maybe he’s not that far after all. Or maybe they get blog subscriptions in heaven? Either way, I’ll take it.