Anne Crissey
Hey Dave,
When I heard the news of your admission back into the hospital and that you had been ventilated, I went out to my garden and stood there, soaking in the growing things, listening to the buzzing of bees and the twittering of birds. I sent those healing nature vibrations to you. I put my hands in the earth and started weeding. As I weeded, I thought of last year’s Bastille day dinner party. I thought of your laugh and the pleasure you had playing bocci ball in the yard. I looked to my right and spotted a nearly perfect empty sparrow egg shell.
I continued working through my garden, thinking of you and hoping that this latest health scare would pass. As I looked to my parsley, I noticed someone had been munching on it. Within the plant were two black swallowtail caterpillars. I left them to their business.
My friend, when I heard of your passing, I went out to the garden again to wish you peace. The caterpillars have moved on, I’m hoping their transformation to butterflies represents your transformation back to our universal energy. You will be missed.
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