Dragonfly tattoo for Jordon

This is the tattoo I want on my inner wrist with Jordon's name under it.




So I've been thinking a lot about Jordon lately, and one of the things that really really sticks with me is after his death I just couldn't sit there wondering what happened. So I started researching infant mortality. While I was at the computer one day a interesting article came upon the screen about how some Native American tribes used to believe that when babies die they come back as dragon flies. I personally don't believe this, but I do believe God can send us messages through different things on this earth.

Well the summer after Jordon passed away Jeremy and I were outside our house relaxing and all the sudden we had swarms and I mean swarms of little brown dragonflies running into our front window of our house. That's not the only time this happened that summer. It happened like 3 or 4 different days. Also that summer my friend Ali (who was very much a part of Jordon's life) and I were driving down the road at 4o miles an hour with the window just baley cracked and a big beautiful dragonfly manages to fly through the window and land on Ali. It just stayed there for a long time. It was really neat! That happened again in that summer too only it landed on my arm the next time.

I remember just thinking how very strange it all was. That was the only year we had "swarms" of dragonflies that I know of at our house. Every year I see a few random Dragonflies, but nothing like that first year following Jordon's death.


Here is a poem that I love!

The Dragon Fly.

In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs. They could not understand why none of their group came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water.

They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to her.

Soon, one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface. She rested on top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation that made her a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain she tried to keep her promise - flying back and forth over the pond. She peered down at her loved ones below.

Then she realized, even if they could see her they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.

The fact that we cannot see our loved ones or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death is no proof they cease to