Dragonflies

He chose dragonflies. I sit in the yard at my parents house for hours. I feel Sloan in the breeze, I think of him as I watch the leaves rustle and shimmer. Yesterday, as I sat there, a small red dragonfly landed on the strand of lights going from the deck to the fence. It turned, and stared at me. That tiny, magical creature sat with me, watching me, for over an hour. It didn’t fly away when others came outside into the yard, it wasn’t startled with their talking or moving. It just watched. He returns often through out the day, every day.

Dragonflies start off as another form. They are respected in many parts of the world as a symbol of purity, happiness, and good. Their wings reflect light, producing the aura of a rainbow.

We see you baby, thank you for checking on us.

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