About a month ago, we were given word that she had only a few more days to live.  My Dad could no longer care for her, so we moved my Mom into the Holland Hospice House; her final earthly home.  There was walked with her during her final days (which turned out to be several weeks).  We talked, we laughed, we showered kisses and we cried.  I whispered sweet things into ears and held her frail hands.  Each day was overwhelmingly difficult, yet it same vane was a gift as we were able to say goodbye over and over again. 

Right after she drew her last breath Sunday night, a vertical rainbow appeared over the Hospice House.  As I drove over there to be with my Dad and family, I saw this rainbow for only a few seconds.  I was exhausted and dismissed this as an anomaly since it was not raining.  When I arrived, I heard that my siblings also saw this rainbow.  The staff tending to my Mom also witnessed it - a short vertical rainbow as my Mom rose to the arms of Jesus.   

Some may call the vertical rainbow a coincidence.  Others, like me, believe that it was a sign of God’s promise to His believers; a sign that He fulfills his promise for all eternity.

That’s why I can faithfully say “see you later” Mom.  I know that one day I’ll be in her loving arms once again.