by Linda Phillips Thune
First published at http://phillips-write.typepad.com/ on April 3rd, 2012. Republished with kind permission of the author.
Some signs are so wonderful, you can’t help but believe.
When I keep my senses open, Annie’s messages find their way to me, especially when I’m needing them most. We’re days away from her being gone two years. I decided to take flowers to her tree in Old Settlers’ Park. I had meant to take the flowers the week before, but time got away from me. When I arrived, I stared at yet another message…a giant dragonfly kite was flying around Annie’s tree.
Two young men were kite-flying. It was a fine day; I couldn’t quite believe it, but there it was. After taking pictures, putting the flowers by the tree, and spending a bit of time watching and thinking of Annie, I decided to tell the two guys a story about their kite.
They were so kind. I explained to them that I lost my daughter almost two years ago; how I decided to come today, a week late, to bring flowers; and that she had a dragonfly tattoo which is why I collect dragonfly items. They expressed their condolences and then asked me if I wanted to fly the kite. It was an unexpected, gentle gesture; I was surprised…I said, “Oh no, I’ll crash it.” But the young man holding the kite assured me I wouldn’t and handed the string-filled spool to me. What an amazing feeling. The kite pulled my hands as if Annie were taking me for a walk…it looked so alive and vibrant against the blue sky. I said, “Hi Annie!” The feeling of her being at the other end of the kite momentarily materialized. I became a little verklempt and handed back the reel. I thanked them so much for being there to give me my message from Annie.
There were several angels around me that day–not just above or invisible, but in the form of two kind young men and a dragonfly kite.