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The Rainbow
Suddenly, lightning demands their attention, and rain feeds the earth.
“At school today, my friends and I were talking about love,” Sophia Henson shared with her Grandmother. “You and grandpa are the only person I know who has managed to let love last for more than fifty years. . . . . ..”
She pauses, eyeing her Grandmother sceptically, then reveals, “I overheard mom telling Aunty Stacy the other day that you have managed to let your love last even after grandpa’s death. How do you do that?”
Her Grandmother smiled and gently led her down memory lane, saying, “Today would be fifty-seven years from the day we met.”
She paused, battling the pain and hoping her granddaughter wouldn’t be able to sense or read her emotion. She said, “it was raining, and we shared his umbrella. He bet a rainbow would come after the rain stopped falling. If it came, I would have dinner with him.”
Pausing again to suppress the pain of loss, covering it with a smile, “It came,” her Grandmother said, smiling to push the sadness further away as her granddaughter stared at her. She continues, “The day we married, he promised me a rainbow.”
“Did it come? Did it?” Sophia asked in excitement.
She covered her loss with a smile, reaching out and stroking Sophia’s chin, “Yes honey, it came too. So, every year on our wedding…
