I am not one to read significance into simple things. I appreciate beauty, I appreciate random acts of kindness. I think that reading into simple things too deeply is a little cheesy and I remove those thoughts from my mind. It's not that they don't occur to me, I just think, "Oh, that's too silly."
Until I lost Izzy that is.
Now, even though someone might think it's silly, I don't care. I see things everywhere, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
A few weeks ago, the world lost a great man. Gary Rupert was someone very very dear to my husband, and although I only met him in person once, I knew he was really something special. Duffy was a pallbearer at the funeral, and he made sure to pack and wear his pink tie to let Mr. Rupert know that he had to look after Izzy. It was a sunny but cool day, with barely a breeze or cloud in the sky. The funeral was beautiful and the gravesite was next to the church. After the services had ended and we all walked back into the church for the luncheon, the wind picked up. I sat down on a bench looking at the window while Duffy mingled. I watched the wind whip leaves and flowers into a frenzy and then drop them down and then pick them up. I immediately thought, "Wow, Izzy and Mr. Rupert must have really hit it off." Made me smile to think of the two of them enjoying themselves thoroughly.
Yesterday, I was able to pick the girls up from school. I was standing on the sidewalk near the doors and I saw a butterfly flitting about near the lillies that are next to the building. It was just doing it's butterfly thing for a few minutes and then landed on the sidewalk just under the lillies. Then it sat there. And sat there, and didn't move. I almost walked over to it to see if I had imagined it completely. Then the kids started to come out and get on the buses, and it flew away. I thought "Well, I guess Izzy wanted to see the girls too." The thought took my breath away.
I think believing in the little things is exactly like your faith. You just have to have it, and feel it and know it. I have faith that there is a God. I have faith that he is kind and loving and makes mistakes just like the rest of us. We are created in his image after all. I have faith that there is a heaven and that Izzy is there. I have faith that we will all be together again, and that she will be waiting for me, and no matter what she may look like, I will immediately know her and she will immediately know me. I have faith that being a good person, and wife and mother will be enough to get me there. I have faith that God and Izzy and their love is everywhere in the smallest details and the simplest beauty. I don't require proof and documentation. I have faith.
Until I lost Izzy that is.
Now, even though someone might think it's silly, I don't care. I see things everywhere, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
A few weeks ago, the world lost a great man. Gary Rupert was someone very very dear to my husband, and although I only met him in person once, I knew he was really something special. Duffy was a pallbearer at the funeral, and he made sure to pack and wear his pink tie to let Mr. Rupert know that he had to look after Izzy. It was a sunny but cool day, with barely a breeze or cloud in the sky. The funeral was beautiful and the gravesite was next to the church. After the services had ended and we all walked back into the church for the luncheon, the wind picked up. I sat down on a bench looking at the window while Duffy mingled. I watched the wind whip leaves and flowers into a frenzy and then drop them down and then pick them up. I immediately thought, "Wow, Izzy and Mr. Rupert must have really hit it off." Made me smile to think of the two of them enjoying themselves thoroughly.
Yesterday, I was able to pick the girls up from school. I was standing on the sidewalk near the doors and I saw a butterfly flitting about near the lillies that are next to the building. It was just doing it's butterfly thing for a few minutes and then landed on the sidewalk just under the lillies. Then it sat there. And sat there, and didn't move. I almost walked over to it to see if I had imagined it completely. Then the kids started to come out and get on the buses, and it flew away. I thought "Well, I guess Izzy wanted to see the girls too." The thought took my breath away.
I think believing in the little things is exactly like your faith. You just have to have it, and feel it and know it. I have faith that there is a God. I have faith that he is kind and loving and makes mistakes just like the rest of us. We are created in his image after all. I have faith that there is a heaven and that Izzy is there. I have faith that we will all be together again, and that she will be waiting for me, and no matter what she may look like, I will immediately know her and she will immediately know me. I have faith that being a good person, and wife and mother will be enough to get me there. I have faith that God and Izzy and their love is everywhere in the smallest details and the simplest beauty. I don't require proof and documentation. I have faith.
That is so beautiful. Everyone needs to stop and observe the beauty that God gives us everyday. Thank you to Izzy for making so many people appreciate God's touch.
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Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Thank you, Niki, for sharing your words of honesty and strength. You are an amazing mom to three beautiful girls.
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