Brett Akio Jensen
August 28, 1982 – May 7, 2002
It has been 7 years since you left us…
Feels like forever,
Feels like a day.
Our Dragonfly Story
Once there was a pond near the center of a beautiful green meadow. The water in the pond was crystal clear and near the end was a small cluster of reeds that grew well out above the water’s surface. At the bottom of the pond were many little grubs who lived contentedly and happily. But every once in a while one of these grubs would climb up the reed plant and go above the surface of the water, never to be seen again. The grubs who remained behind always wondered why their friends never came back to tell them what wonders lay beyond the water’s surface.
One day one of these small grubs said that he would climb the reed, break through the surface, and promised to return to tell his friends about the mysteries in the land beyond. He made the long arduous climb and just as he reached the water’s surface, he looked back down at his friends, waved, and said, “I will come back to tell you!” When he broke through the surface, the first thing he noticed was a very bright light. It was not unpleasant and rather inviting, so he continued to climb to the very top of that reed. He was warm and comfortable when he noticed something MAGICAL beginning to happen to him. His body was changing and he was sprouting these wonderfully large silvery wings. He teetered on the edge of the reed trying to maintain his balance with his new body and four new sparkling wings. By moving these new wings he found he could balance better and soon found himself in flight. It was a wonderfully exhilarating feeling and a new skill that he picked up very naturally. He had changed into a beautiful dragonfly and was soaring above the pond in a very happy and peaceful frame of mind. When he looked down into the crystal clear water he could see all of his family and friends anxiously waiting for him to return, but he knew they could not see him through the reflection of the water’s surface. He also came to the realization that he would never be able to return to where his family and friends were and fulfill his promise, but could watch over them. He knew that one day each of them would make the same journey as he had.
At Megan’s graduation party (soon after we lost Brett) there were a group of seven or eight dragonflies circling around our back yard in the bright sunshine. In our mythical, mystical manner, we thought immediately about Brett. In a strange way we could feel his presence at our party and in our lives. In fact, every time a dragonfly visits us (and for some reason, we have many dragonfly visits), we think of Brett, soaring above us, watching over us, but not able to come back to tell us about life above the surface.
We miss Brett immeasurably. Our lives are forever changed. But we always remember our Brett as he circles above us with dragonfly wings, with whispers of laughter and comfort and love.