My sister Isabel went home to the angels thirty years ago. Isabel loved prairie lilies. About a dozen years ago, these [lilies] appeared in our planter box around the anniversary of her passing.
“There’s no reason for them to be there – we didn’t plant them or introduce new soil… the only explanation that makes sense is that Isabel put them there. They come back spectacularly every summer… every year we are grateful.”
The most important thing to take with us on our journey of life is love. Many readers will remember the story “Box full of kisses”. A man’s three-year-old daughter wrapped a box in shining gold and put it under the Christmas tree for him. When he opened it, he saw nothing in it. He berated her soundly for wasting good wrapping paper in frugal times.
Later he felt badly and tried to explain to her: “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside?” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried; “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”
The father was crushed and begged for forgiveness. A short time later his little girl died. He kept the gold box for many years, and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
