The Rainbow

The Rainbow

My friend *Blossom* (*Name is changed to protect her) passed away this past Saturday, October 27th,2001 at 7:35 a.m. She had been ill and in a coma for about three weeks before she passed on. The family do not know as of yet why her liver or other body organs began to fail. There was an extended autopsy but they should know soon, but that is not the purpose of this submission.

One night I received a phone call stating that *Blossom* passed away, when in fact she didn't until close to three weeks later. (I will tell you more in a bit) To say I was devasted is putting it mildly. I cried. I was so full of emotions. Guilt was one of them as I had been told to go and visit her and wanted to but kept saying that I would go see her as soon as she got better. You see, she had been in the hospital prior to this last incident. She had been sent to another hospital in another province for a liver transplant. But for some unknown reason, I believe it to be the day before her operation, the doctors came to see her with some tests results and say that she is fine and that she does not need a transplant. So the family comes back home here.

Well, two weeks later, back in she goes. This time she does not come back home nor does she get any better. Not only is her liver not working, but neither are her kidneys or lungs. And her poor heart is taken on too much. She gets pneumonia as well. This is not good for someone with her allergies.

Anyways, the night I got that call that she passed away, I went to bed and prayed for her to be alright. But somewhere deep within my heart, I knew that she was not going to be okay. I prayed for God to help her and that if He would have to take her to heaven to do just that, then that's what would have to happen. I was not happy at all. She was a wonderful friend and a beautiful person. Always had a smile for everyone.

In my prayers that night, I asked this: That if all medical intervention could not help her and if God had to take her to indeed help her, then I wanted her to show me a sign of the afterlife. And my sign that I showed her was a rainbow. After all, not too many people could miss a rainbow right?

Well, still feeling that guilty feeling for not visiting her when I should have, I kept calling a mutual friend of ours to get the updates on *Blossom's* condition. Then one Friday, after my twin sister dropped me off at my mom and dad's house, we got an incredible surprise right outside.

I had gone into the house for a mere 30 seconds when the kids came in yelling for me "Mommy! Mommy! Come look, its *Blossom's* rainbow!!!" Let me tell you, that rainbow was the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. I am not exaggerating either. It was even in the local Newspaper the next morning. (But taken in another little town)

I had shared my prayers with my children so they knew what the rainbow meant to me. They were just as excited as I was. My 7 year old little girl, *Princess*, still calls every rainbow "*Blossom's* Rainbow."

Anyways, I went home and called our mutual friend again and asked her if she had heard anything new. Well she had and apparently I was wrong in my interpretation of this rainbow. My friend, according to her family, had responded. The rainbow could not possibly been from my friend.

The next morning, I get a call from this same mutual friend who informs me that *Blossom* is gone. She had passed away at 7:35 a.m.., I look at the clock and it reads 7:47 a.m.

Later that day, another rainbow appears in the sky. Like the day before it's huge and shines so brightly and huge across the sky. My 9 year old son Zach is sure he can see the end of the rainbow down at the nearby river. I think so too.

I believe without a doubt that there is life after here. My friend proved that to me very clearly. And if I mistook the first rainbow, I certainly could not and did not miss the second one.

One more thing before I go. A couple of weeks before the rainbows appeared, I was sitting at the table, doing homework. My 11 year old son was sitting across from me doing his. This scent came to me. It was almost like watermelons. At first, I thought it was the L'Oreal's kids shampoo that my kids use. I went to the bathroom to see if they had knocked it over. The door was closed, so I sat back down, only to have the smell appear twice more. I went to each of the kids and smelled their hair, knowing full well it wasn't them.

I called that mutual friend and asked her if she knew the name of the shampoo that *Blossom* used. She did not. A couple of nights later I talked to another good friend. She didn't know the name but she said it was not L'Oreal's kids shampoo. She said it had a brown bottle and had a donkey on it. I had no idea. Anyways, at the local drug store one day shortly after, I got my 7 year old to help me find the shampoo. She found Aussie. The only one that could resemble that description. My daughter found the one that smelled like watermelons. My 5 year old girl was happy too.

That day I talked to another friend who was there with her until the very end, she confirmed that the shampoo used by *Blossom* was indeed the Aussie shampoo. I know my friend visited me that day to perhaps say she knew that I was thinking of her and that things were okay and that she was okay. Who knows? ~shrugs shoulders~

~ BJP

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