A respect for dragonflies

I have a respect for dragonflies that dates back to 1991.  While volunteering at a fundraiser for my son's school, I met the sweetest little boy with blond hair named Gregg.  He asked me if I knew how to face paint a yin-yang symbol.  I asked him to draw it out for me, as I didn't want to get it wrong.  A young child that knows about the yin-yang symbol must have learned about the balance of yin and yang.  I asked the mother, how did this little boy 

know about yin and yang.  She explained that he had an inoperable brain tumor.

Well, this little boy died that summer, while on his path to understand what was happening to him, his mother read him the story of the Dragonfly. (http://pages.prodigy.net/kathy_werling/foc/dragonfly.html).  Little Gregg talked about being the dragonfly that would watch over the family.

   Our town pulled together for this family and created a fundraiser to raise scholarship money for a high school senior that would be continuing to college and had to deal with hardship growing up.  On the day of the golf fundraiser, when the mother was about to tee off, there on the green landed a dragonfly.  I can't tell you how many people cried that day when they heard the story being retold by the father.   Now, whenever I see a dragonfly, I let it land and fly off... who knows?  maybe it is little gregg saying hello... or maybe it's  one of my parents stopping by.  The gift of the magical dragonfly.