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Wednesday 23 April 2014

preparing for Grandma's funeral

I have been trying to find a suitable reading for the funeral this Friday.  I started with the story of waterbugs and dragonflies by Doris Stickney.  A lovely story for helping young children understand death -

Waterbugs and Dragonflies



Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.

"Look!" said one of the water bugs to another. "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you think she is going?" Up, up, up it slowly went....Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return...

"That's funny!" said one water bug to another. "Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second... "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third.

No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea". The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why."

"We promise", they said solemnly.

One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broke through the surface of the water and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.

When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings...The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly!!

Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were scurrying
around, just as he had been doing some time before.

The dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why." Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water...

"I can't return!" he said in dismay. "At least, I tried. But I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they'll understand what has happened to me, and where I went."

And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.......

From: "Waterbugs and Dragonflies : Explaining Death to Young Children"
by Doris Stickney


 This evening while looking in various books I came across a little book that Grandma bought me many years ago - "To a very special Granddaughter".
 Tucked inside was a a copy of one of the poems from the book in Grandma's handwriting that she had re worded.
When I wake up feeling old
and its dark outside and wet and cold
I gloom a little - and then I say
"Oh never mind - today's the day you come, and i must get cooking and spreading Flora and sandwich making, for bacon butties
How glittering and bright the rain
and I feel that I am young again
There is another poem in the book that again I wondered if it was appropriate -
Take with you into your future all my love.  All the things we have seen together, all the music we have heard, all the people we have met and loved, all the secrets, all the gigglings, all the mischiefs we have made.  Ill come with you as far as I'm allowed along your road - and when we part you'll take with you my hopes and half my heart. 







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