The Dragonfly Story

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.......

A Child that loses its parents is an orphan,
A Man who loses his wife is a widower,
A Woman who loses her husband is a widow,
However, there is no name for a parent that loses a child,
For there is no word to describe such pain

A beautiful poem sent to us by our very dear friend Eleanor whos son Adam, is, I'm sure very good friends with Bailey in Heaven.

I'm sure if he could tell you, "Thank You," he would.
I'm sure he would want you to know that he loved
being a part of your lives even though brief.
He remembers the belly rubs,
soothing sounds of your voices,
and the adrenalin of wanting him so badly.

I'm sure if he could, he'd tell you..
he's with you forever.
He will remember you both in his own angelic way,
watching over you, holding onto your souls
with his little hands and never releasing.
He's all around you, touching your thoughts and hugging your memories.
He smiles and laughs to comfort you each day you feel sad.
He's happy for your strength and needs your hope to help him fly.

I'm sure if he could tell you, "Thank You," he would,
For all the powerful love, for remembering him,
for holding him when he was born and missing him when he became your angel.
He knows he is your combined, manifested pure love and he is your hope.
He's the light in your window, he's the hope in your heart, he's the baby angel that throws the first snowflake upon your face- his kiss to Mommy and Daddy.
Just know that the smiles on your faces help him get through his day, too, and he knows you love him, knows you miss him, and wants you to know that he's watching over you both.
If he could tell you..I know he would.

Melanie Johnson Isayev

This is your 3rd birthday Bailey. 3 years since you came into our world and changed it forever. The joy of meeting you and seeing your eyes look into mine is marred only by the pain of watching them close for that last time. When you left us that night my world crumbled. I will never be that person again, being Bailey's mummy has changed me forever. How could it not? I have wondered many times if I'd known how it all would end would I have changed it all. I now know I wouldn't have. 'I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance'. I could happily live without this pain but I wouldn't know the joy of being Bailey's mummy and I'd never know that joy I'll know when I get to hold you again someday.You taught us more about love in those 5 weeks than we'd learned in our lifetimes. Your daddy said 'everyone who knew you, was richer for your life' and that is so true. Even the people who have 'met' you through your website are inspired by your courage and strength. Your site has had 114,000 visits and it makes us so proud that you have touched so many people.

Thank you for being my wee man, thank you for looking at me with such love and thank you for all the gifts you've sent me since you left us. The white feathers touch my life so much, knowing you watch over us and send us wee signs makes me feel so special. If I had to look for a good to come out of your death then I wouldn't have to look too hard. The amazing friends that you and the other angels have sent me are truly a gift. I will never believe it's just coincidence that these people have come into my life. `Without many of them I don't know where I'd be today. Thank you so much for that gift, although I would give it all up in a heartbeat just to have that 'one more day'. I'd give up all my tomorrows for a single yesterday.

I love you so much and miss you every minute but you'll be in my heart...always.

Nite nite wee man and happy birthday.

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Please God, make them remember
That today is a special birthday.
Make them understand
That the memories don't go away.
Bless them with ears to hear and hearts that care.
Enable them to listen while I share.
Shelter them that they may never know my pain.
Help them to help me know
That my child's life was not in vain.

Help them to remember Lord,
That I wish my child was here.
So we could still celebrate.
To understand that
I still feel the nearness of my child.
To see beyond my smile
And the Words. "I'm okay."
Please God, just let one remember today,
Is a special birthday!

~Author:Unknown~

Today is your birthday

Without candles and cake.

And since you are not with us,

We will not celebrate.

We cannot send you a birthday card,

Your hands we cannot touch.

So we ask God to give a message

To the one we love so much.

And grant to us one wish

And make it to come true.

To have His choir of Angels sing

Happy Birthday to you.

Author Unknown

The following poem was given to us by a lady from Sydney, Australia, after she 'met' Bailey through his site. We are always so proud when someone else gets to know our wonderful son.

May the purity of Bailey
and those born tears shed,
be on the breath of every wind,
in your hearts, and in your head.

In the fluid of every raindrop,
the warmth of every tear,
the aching and the yearning
to have your Bailey near.

On the scent of every flower,
the ache of each sun-setting,
the beauty of each sunrise,
your angel's not forgetting.

He's watching over you,
yes, another day's gone bye...
the pain of wanting Bailey,
(until you meet again...)
Next time it's forever,
with never the fear of end.

Born into Eternal life. ^i^ Rest Gently Sweet Bailey.

Megan Bowie