I opened Moms coloring book the other day. I had sent it to her earlier in the year as she took a liking to coloring. I had looked at it as I bought it, but the pages where kind of insignificant at the time. I merely looked at them determining if Mom would enjoy coloring them. That was all.
I opened the coloring book and on the page was a dragonfly. Surprise, surprise. Mom spoke yet again and there have been so many instances lately with the appearing of these dragonflies that I’m left in a curious nature to see where the next one will appear.
I started to color that very page, but only for a little while as it is still too painful to do for me. Doing something so personal to her at the end of her life leaves me in tears for her loss and makes me miss her even more. I had to stop ad closed the book. And here again, the very page I had started to color, was also the cover page of the coloring book, with the dragonfly symbolizing the connection with Mom.