Today though I do have a story that I want to share
with you. It's something that happened yesterday that made me realise that my
mum is with me all of the time and she will find ways of showing me.
We need to go back in time a bit to get the full picture, so
bear with me.
I lost my dad when I was eighteen. As a Daddy's Girl, this was tough and I would
cry myself to sleep at night longing for him to visit me or, at the very least,
give me a sign.
Then I had 'the dream' ...
There were huge fluffy clouds and the most amazing light -
pretty corny so far, huh? Poking through
the clouds was a stunningly vibrant rainbow but it was actually an arched
ladder and my dad was at the top of it with a paintbrush. He turned and looked at me - he was really
happy and clearly pretty chuffed with himself - and I asked what he was doing
up there.
'This is what I do now,' he said simply. 'I paint the rainbow.'
Well, as he was a painter and decorator during his time on
earth, this seemed a perfectly logical explanation and - in the time honoured
tradition of bad story-telling - I woke up!
But ... I woke up happier.
He'd given me that sign I'd asked for. Even my son, as a child, used to point to the sky and say, 'Look what Granddad did!'
So imagine my surprise thirty-four years later when my
lovely mum called us to her bedroom to say her final goodbyes and within the
hour a rainbow had appeared in her back garden.
You couldn't make it up, could you?
My dad was there, ready to take her to be safe and he was telling us he
loved us.
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| My Dad's rainbow in my Mum's garden |
Then yesterday I was going to a friend's for lunch and I was
dreading it. My mum would always come
along with us and sit and chat to his elderly mum and it just seemed wrong
going without her. Our friend had been
thoughtful and set the table in a different room to where we would normally eat
so that we didn't feel like there was an empty space and we had a lovely lunch
- but it still felt odd.
When you're grieving, you become adept at painting on a
smile and chatting as if you haven't got a care in the world but suddenly I
found that I was smiling and really feeling it.
Because I'd looked out over my friend's back paddock and there she
was - only this time with my dad. His
MASSIVE, vivid rainbow ... and later the shadow of a double rainbow by its side, which Mr Misfit joked wasn't as bright because she hasn't been 'up there' long enough to earn her stripes!
She was looking over me, after all!
Thanks Mum - as always, you were there when I needed you and
I hope I did the same for you too while I was lucky enough to have you.
I found this song - says it all.
