While I normally dedicate this blog to DIY projects, I felt compelled to share something personal with you on this New Year’s Eve. On this date in 2007, I lost my brother, Paul, to an accidental overdose. While he didn’t technically pass until January 1, 2008, he was truly gone on the 31st, saved by the paramedic heroes who were able to resuscitate him. Giving us time to say our good-byes and for him to fulfill his final wish as an organ donor.
But honestly, this post isn’t meant to be a downer post. Stick with me here. Shortly after Paul died, I was seeking a “sign” for lack of a better word, to know that he was ok. And I was given one – a small slice of a rainbow in the otherwise gray January sky. Since then, I take those rainbows as a sign from Paul. In the words of my son, Luke – “a rainbow is God’s promise.”
I have seen rainbows (and other “signs”) in the years since Paul passed, but in many cases they have come at times where I needed to see them most. It goes without saying, that seeing this, the day before the 4th anniversary of his death, at the end of December no less, brought me to tears.
This picture really does no justice to the brilliance of this rainbow either. It was such a beautiful burst of color, and lasted just long enough for me to see it.
Until we meet again, Paul. And I know we will – after all, a rainbow is God’s promise.