There should be two.
One for me.
One for you.
I might push you out of the way so I can get yours too.
Who am I kidding.
There are not pots of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Just soggy ground where the storm blew through.
But that’s ok.
I’m glad we got to see a double rainbow.
After a sad day it’s almost fitting.
My dear friend Val was laid to rest this morning in a sleepy little community nestled near the mountains.
A beautiful place she called home.
All this happened Much sooner than anyone had expected.
A head on collision stole her from her family and I read that she died at the scene.
For days I wondered if she knew what was happening but I believing that God comforted her and never left her side.
We hadn’t spoken in a year but the last time we did it was like the years in between hadn’t happened.
We laughed and shared.
Reminisced about how horrible high school was and how thankful we were to have it behind us.
And in the blink of an eye she was gone.
I was hoping to catch up with her at the reunion next month.
20 years ago we graduated high school and embarked on a grander adventure.
The funeral was this morning some 500km away.
I wish I could have gone but it was impossible.
I’m ok with not saying goodby.
It seems so final.
Honestly, I think I’m still in shock.
People my age aren’t supposed to be dying.
Grandparents yes, but classmates?
She wouldn’t have wanted me to wander around stewing.
She would have wanted me to pick something out of her passing And move forward.
This I know for certain.
Heaven and hell are real.
You can believe or you can chose not to but one day we are all going to die.
I know where I’m going.