Grandma Faherty was more then A Grandma to me she was A Friend. A few days after Grandma passed. I went to her grave site and sat alone, I took a Byron Tigers cushion out of my trunk and a boom box. I sat down by the big old oak tree where Grandma and Grandpa are buried. I listened to Clint Black on the boom box using a cassette (Clint Black was one of Grandmas favorite singers) I must of sat there for about one hour, When all of a sudden It started to sprinkle. I think the rain drops were My Grandmas way of telling me its okay to cry. I picked a few of the flowers that where left at Grandmas grave, that still had a little life in them to take home and put in a vase. While walking back to the car I noticed A lady bug on my hand. And I blew it off. Then I put the flowers on my passenger seat.
When all of a sudden Ladybugs start flying every where in the car.
I had ladybugs all over me. All I could do is roll down the windows.
It was at this very moment. That I realized this was just one way for Grandma to let me know she will always be with me one way or another. Grandma Faherty always Loved Ladybugs and I Know they were her favorite bug. As a child I grew up knowing this and Grandma always told me how special Ladybugs are and to always set them free when we saw one. When my children were young and even as they got older she made sure they knew all about the special beauty of A Ladybug. I can remember many times her telling them about the special love Ladybugs send us and to always set them free, especial when you find them in the house. Grandma would catch the Ladybug. Open the door, and say “Fly away home Ladybug!! Fly away home.”
One time in particular I can remember being in the motor home up at lakes late at night. Grandma saw a Ladybug in the motor home and got up out of her warm blankets to set it free outside.
It was that day after visiting Grandma at the grave site that my life changed.
I’m glad I was able to share my True Story with all of you. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it and sharing it.
My Grandma Faherty passed Oct 2nd 1998.
Love, Patsy-AKA-Ladybug
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11:09 pm
Wow,what a great story,and you are my ladybug…:{)Thank you!
2:09 pm
Great Post ! !
I have heard you tell this experience in person but reading it here really touches me. I think sharing things like this is wonderful and I hope you continue to share stories like this and I truly have enjoyed reading it.
I think Stories and experiences like this help to mold us to become better people.
11:03 pm
Patsy,
I know of the story, we’ve spoke of it a lot of times.
Grandma Faherty Loved you two girls very much
You learned a lot from her,
She was an extraordinary person her whole life.
She showed her kids, her grandkids & great grandkids LOVE, She taught us to be STRONG, be KIND and To do unto others as you wish them to do unto you. I am so glad that you got to know her and that you remember thing that you did with her as a child. It’s kinda sad to think of our young ones growing up not getting to know her.
She was a VERY EXTRA SPECIAL person,
one that is Loved by many people.
Mom
7:28 pm
I too had very similar lady bug story. At my grandmas funeral, i was giving my grandfather a hug, the only hug he ever gave me, and a lady bug landed on me and bit me. Then they were all over and i had to get into my mothers truck cuz they were so bad, but i was the only one it happened too. Then when my grandpa died and i didn’t even know yet.It was the beginning of January. My house filled with lady bugs! This is the same grandpa from the funeral. And now every time i call my dad, the son of said grandparents, he see’s a ladybug. When i went to get my ladybug tattoo behind my ear. My dad went outside and a lady bug landed on him.