Where there is rain, there will always, always, be a rainbow, if...
March was a set-up for sadness. Last March, my Grammy, one of the most important people in my life, passed away. I wasn’t overly sad about the upcoming anniversary, just regular kind of sad that hits at random times and knocks you for a loop, that kind of sad. As March began, I thought about what I would do to remember her and settled on spending time with Gramps and planting flowers, she was the consummate gardener. Little did I know what lie ahead—nothing catastrophic, but a whole lot of frustrating. We had to get a new well and were without water for ten days, our dryer broke, and the well folks ran over and completely broke our septic tank! Not to mention a few personal issues, family sickness, and non-stop rain and by the middle of March I was in major Grumpy Mama mode. I tried to keep my usual sunny, slightly sarcastic disposition, but my personal forecast was mirroring that of the weather outside: a deluge of rain, and sadness and bitchiness with no signs of stopping. Throughout the month, I kept hearing this nagging voice, telling me to pray, and I would. Just a simple prayer, “Yes, God, I am thankful for what I do have, even though this no water thing is driving me crazy, please help me keep my sanity and show me what this is all for.” On March 13th, two days before the year anniversary of my Grammy’s passing, I was running late from doing evening errands and stopped by Publix in quite a whirlwind, to pick up dinner for my family, when something told me to look up. I did and that’s when I saw it: a beautiful rainbow. A rainbow, encompassing the whole sky, beaming down on all of us, reminding us that all storms will end and when they do we have the promise of beauty, if we simply look up.
