Thursday, July 12, 2018

Despair and Rainbows

Today, July 4, 2018, was unusually quiet because most folks are celebrating the holiday.  Malcolm graciously invited me to attend the morning parade, so I went with him, LuAnne, and Owyn.  It was fun, and I managed to figure out how to use the video feature in time to capture Beanpole as his "worshippers" walked past. Beanpole is the god of pointless behavior.  This year's float was a single door up on a ten foot pole.  Sometimes they opened the door.  Sometimes they closed it.

I tried working at the farm, but the oppressive heat was so bad that I nearly fainted trying to hook up a transfer pump in order to do the plumbing at the well sump.

Back home to the condo to cool off.  Took a nap, fiddled around awhile, and became more and more despondent as the hours passed.  Finally, missing Christy very badly, I decided to take a drive.

Drove around town aimlessly awhile, ending up over by Rogers and Howe.  That's Sara and James' apartment, but she's in Long Beach right now.  I stopped down the street to call; left Sara a message about the amazing weather - clear blue sky all around with one intense rain cloud directly overhead.  The sun was shining beautifully during an intense downpour and I wanted her to see it.  I had forgotten she was in California.  For a while I sat and watched the rain.

The rain made the pain worse, as Christy and I always loved a good storm.  More memories flooded back, and I just started driving again, feeling what I can only describe as a rising panic.  I recall saying out loud "I don't know where to go".

As I turned onto 2nd street headed east, in front of me I saw the strongest, most beautiful and complete rainbow I have ever seen.  I heard her voice - the one she used so often to calm me when I was agitated.  "Just go home, Lovey".   Think what you will, but I was stunned by how pretty and how sudden the rainbow appeared, and how clearly I heard her speak.  I have no doubt that my beloved made sure I looked up at just the right moment.  The rainbow as I drove toward it was guiding me back to the condo.  Since that moment I have been at peace, and no longer feel the despair and panic I felt before.

Writing this down so I don't forget it.

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