Today after taking Mom home following a Thanksgiving visit, on the way back to my house, a 75 miles trek, it rained buckets. And although it was midday, it was quite dark. All at once up on the tree-covered mountain to the left of me, there was a little bit of a rainbow. There was no sun showing at all. It was so cool.

I'd been processing missing my dad - there was a Christmas song playing in the bank while I waited in line - I'll Be Home For Christmas. It's been a long time since I felt at all teary about Dad. He died in 1983. So after the rainbow experience, as I was driving along, it felt like a whole bunch of people I love, including Dad, who have passed on were with me surrounding me, holding out their hands to me, telling me they never really do leave.

They are always with us, in more ways than just in our memories.

Blessings,

Vi