It was a hard morning, a hard moment, so much remembering. While all avenues of thought lead back to Josephine, it is hard to say why those strongest pains come on suddenly -- maybe this time it was the angle of the sun, or the way the breeze blew an insignificant brown leaf across the grass, or the twittering of the birds. As we walked back to the house Rudy told me to look up at the rainbow.
In the days before Josephine died Rudy, quite out of the blue, told us that after Josephine becomes an angel, we must look for her when we see a rainbow -- a strange idea for one so small to come up with on his own, but one of those precious moments of wisdom in a child. Since then I have held onto these rainbow sightings -- the first on her birthday, then next on Mother's Day, a few others -- often at particularly difficult moments. But a rainbow today? Isn't there a season for rainbows? Certainly this is not now. And besides, there had been no rain, in fact it had been sunny all morning with so sign of rain coming on. But Rudy was right -- here on this bright October morning I looked up and there it was -- this little sliver of a rainbow right over our house. It stayed for about 20 minutes and then was gone.
Claire
