“The caterpillar dies so the butterfly could be born.
And, yet, the caterpillar lives in the butterfly and they are but one.
So, when I die, it will be that I have been transformed from the caterpillar of earth to the butterfly of the universe.”
– John Harricharan, award winning author, lecturer and businessman.
Today I went to the hospice to serve lunch for the first Thursday in several weeks. Firstly, a friend’s husband died and she needed my support, then there was a memorial service for another friend who died last year and last week I had the lurgy so I couldn’t take my germs to the patients (or the staff).
All of the patients were new to me. They don’t seem to stay in the hospice for any length of time, but rather come for a few days or a week and then go home, to return again at a later date. Quite often they are there to have their medication sorted out or perhaps just to give their carers a much-needed break.
So I had to introduce myself to all of them.
One patient was surrounded by her two daughters and some of their small children. That was a noisy room with children laughing and competing with each other for Granny’s attention. Apparently, another daughter is about to give birth any time so she wasn’t visiting today.
Another patient was celebrating with her husband. They had just heard that their daughter had given birth to their eleventh grandson – he was one hour old. The grandfather had been to see mother and child and reported to his wife (and me who happened to be in her room) that all was well. The baby was strong and thriving and the mother was radiant.
How lovely to think that as these two lives are coming to an end, other new lives are just beginning.
And when I came home I read this post from Winsomebella and I thought again how great life is. I think grandparents have the best of all worlds. They have these small people to love, to nurture and to assist in so many ways. Many grandparents in today’s world also have the responsibility of sharing the raising of these children. I have responsibility for my grandchildren only until they are returned to their parents.
And I thought of how quickly the years pass and how these little folk grow and become their own people. They change, they mature, they learn and they repay all the love, kindness and help given to them by their grandparents many, many times over. I only wish my late husband had stayed around with us long enough to see his grandsons grow into the strong young men they are each becoming.
“To be a really brilliant grandmother remember what it was about your own that you loved most, then imitate her.”
Judith Baxter – 1938 –