I want to tell you a story. It is the kind of story I love because it can’t be explained.
Good family friends lost the eldest of their 4 boys, in the middle of his life, to a swift and brutal battle with ALS.
He was an all-star football player, wickedly handsome, charming and funny, and the subject of a few of my teenage dreams when he lived down the street.
The day of his funeral the families dressed in their best attire in the hotel rooms and went to the celebration of his life.
When they returned to each of their rooms the bedspreads and windowsills were covered in ladybugs.
It was extremely odd given the location, the climate, the time of the year and that hours earlier there were none.
Later that evening at the dinner in his memory, his first wife who he had made peace with when he was sick, sat the entire night with a ladybug on her shoulder.
Months later, driving to a ceremony in his honour, a ladybug sat on the windshield, on the outside, travelling at 130 kms an hour for the entire 6 hour drive.
This was a confusing but pervasive theme.
One day the mom of this beautiful man came across a bit of information on ladybugs. Apparently ladybugs carry a wish for those they come across. The wish is “LET GO and LET GOD.”
David, who never mentioned ladybugs in his life, was known to say this frequently in difficulty and more importantly throughout his terrible illness in that way that the strong comfort others when they are the ones who are sick.
What do you miss because you don’t see it?