Photo credit –
Dr. Sabry Mason


As I headed out of town on that crisp autumn morning I breathed deep as I approached Kenzie’s accident site. I pass by it perhaps a minimum of four times daily as it’s on the way and back from most every place that I travel. For some reason as I passed by it the other morning,  the beauty that surrounded the area transfixed me and even caused me to actually turn around and go back to take pictures. Who takes pictures of a place that has caused them so much sadness? The mom of a beautiful daughter, who searches for hope and understanding in the circle of life; me!

A field of Milkweed provided new inspiration as I started to think about milkweed and its purpose in the circle of life. How intriguing to me the knowledge that Monarchs cannot survive without milkweed; their caterpillars only eat milkweed plants and monarch butterflies need milkweed to lay their eggs. As most of you know if you have been following my posts, what a positive Godwink the monarch butterfly has been for myself and others in honoring the memory of our amazing girl.  So it seems fitting that there is an abundance of milkweed here at the place where Kenzie took her last true breath.

When I write I try to find the common thread or theme if you will and then pick a title for my piece. The title Circle of Life kept coming back to me. I thought of the song and a wonderful trip that I took with Makenzie to attend the Lion King performance in 2009.  It was her first and only Broadway musical that she attended.  We were both awestruck by the performance with the fantastic costumes and deep rich music accompanied by the live orchestra. Kenzie asked me several times later on if we could go again. How blessed I am to have had that beautiful experience with her.

In the circle of life
It’s the wheel of fortune
It’s the leap of faith
It’s the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life
Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars
There’s far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the Sun rolling high through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round –          “Circle of Life”, Elton John

Today I was surprised with a visit from my sweet friend Pam. She came by to ask permission to plant daffodil bulbs at Makenzie’s accident site. Pam and Kenzie’s  teacher Clare decided it was time. It brings to me again the thought of The Circle of Life and how the spot will be given new life after death by being transformed with God’s handiwork which will offer joy and hope to those who remember as they pass by.

As Pam and I visited, we looked at my scrapbooks together and we came upon one of Kenzie’s graded papers which I had saved. It was a sonnet that was her assignment in her English Lit class. The date that Kenzie turned her assignment in was January 28, 2010, the day before her fatal accident. Here is the sonnet:

Remember me when I am gone away. Gone Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.  Yet if you should forget me for awhile 

And afterwards remember,do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile

Then that you remember and be sad.  Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

I think of this as a gift or a Godwink as I once again consider the notion of the circle of life and how Godly perspective can change so much for a believer.

This, one of my favorite verses from Phillipians 4:8

Leaving you with this courtesy of YouTube, a link to Broadway’s amazing Lion King and its performance of Circle of Life .

When you hear this song, I hope you will remember the lyrics:

In the circle of life
It’s the wheel of fortune
It’s the leap of faith
It’s the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding,

In the Circle of Life