The rainbow has always been special to me. I grew up loving the story of Noah and the Ark and enjoyed sharing the story over and over with my little ones. But in the last sixteen months, it has come to be my comfort and confirmation of the promise that there is life after death. When Grandma Connie died, I was putting together a video of pictures of her life for the viewing and I wanted just the perfect music to accompany the images. I really agonized over it and finally ended up choosing, "Wonderful World/Somewhere Over the Rainbow," by Izzy. On Tuesday before the funeral, Duane, Danny, Brian, Laurie, Cindy and I went to the temple. We sat for quite a while in the chapel and I talked to mom. I wanted her confirmation that she was pleased with the video tribute of her life. As we left the temple, there was a brilliant, beautiful rainbow. I felt the comfort and confirmation that I was looking for. The veil seemed so thin and mom felt so close. Since then I have seen some of the most magnificent rainbows and it always seems to be at times of need or of celebration. For example, last week at church, Sister Connor brought me copies of some of the pictures that she took at Gage's Eagle ceremony. She said, "Did you see the beautiful rainbow after the ceremony. I just couldn't resist taking a picture of it." This was one of those times that I know Grandma would have wanted to be there celebrating with us. She loved and adored her grandchildren so much. She was so proud of all their accomplishments and always loved to celebrate with them. I miss you mom. Just keep sending those rainbows.
