Dragonfly

Last weekend we had the privilege of being guests at a good friend’s wedding.

In recent years deep grief has been a part of her story.

This is what I saw on the day:

A Dragonfly.

Darting.

Hovering.

Drifting with the wind, then returning.

There above the people.

Drinking in the joy of each moment.

Watching over her.

She walks to her groom on the arm of her Mum.

Dress glistening in the warm spring day, face bright with expectation.

 

A moment of joy embraced by friends and family.

Promises for a lifetime.

Prayers for the future.

Love to give drawn from a deep family well.

Photos galore. Laughter.  A fine spread of food.  Memories created.

Speeches.  

 ‘Such a blessing to see all the people of our choosing in one room.’

Dancing.

Another guest overheard saying: “I wish he was here.”

He is. In some small way.

Darting.

Hovering.

Drifting with the wind, then returning.

Drinking in the joy of each moment.

Watching over her.