The Story of the Grub Fly
In the bottom of an old pond, lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their kind ever came back from crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb, would return and tell what happened to him or her.
Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface. He rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings that glistened in multicolored hues of the morning sunlight.
In vain, he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him, they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.
Edward has now made the climb. If we could see him this side of our own transformation, we would not recognize him in his beauteous, eternal state. He has a new form, and a new address.
So long, my friend now the shalom-like farewell of "Cheers" seems somewhat inadequate
