Firefly Dance

Back in the summer of 2017, my dad asked me to sit behind his house and watch the fireflies. We sat in silence for a while, then Dad-a man of few words (with that big grin on his face)-said the following, “Just look at them! It’s like they’re dancing!” I sat in awe of the simple blinking lights that brought my dad so much joy. It was a beautiful sight to see.

In the summer of 2018, my husband and I visited a winery on our annual Mumaw/Clack Family trip to the Smoky Mountains. Much to my surprise, there was a wine called, “Dance of the Fireflies.” Of course I bought it with the intention of sharing it with Dad. I couldn’t wait!

In preparation, I wrote the following poetic tribute to my dad that I planned to share with him along with the wine I bought.

How beautiful are the fireflies,
The ones that light up bold.
It's as if they're dancing,
Upon the Streets of Gold.

How blessed are we to witness,
A glimpse of Heaven's light.
In a world so full of darkness,
Our Savior's light shines bright.

Light up sparkling fireflies,
Light up the darkest night.
Remind us of God's beauty,
Until we all take flight.

How beautiful are the fireflies,
The ones who light up bold.
It's as if they're dancing,
Upon the Streets of Gold.

I’m not quite sure what held me back. Fear of rejection? Of an emotionless response that Dad was sometimes known to give? Unfortunately, I missed my opportunity, because Dad died on November 9th, 2018. That missed opportunity haunted me for three years, eight months, and 22 days.

On July first of this year, I sat outside and I said, “Hey Dad, I’m watching the fireflies dance!” And I was FINALLY at peace with his death.

Published by SC

Daughter of the King, wife, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, aunt, teacher

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