all the steps in the rainbow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
a story about growing up. Though I'm not a majorly religious person myself, I still think it's a touching story.

Submitted: June 09, 2010

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Before grandma passed, she had told Lori the same story she had told my mother and the same story she had told me.

It had been a sunny day, they sky was blue and clear for the most part. The rain came out of nowhere--it started as a drizzle and turned into a downpour. It was one of those rare summer days, where nobody had any obligations and nobody ever asked what time it was. The rain came down so heavy and practicly chased us under that old tree. Lori, grandmother and I sat there waiting, and as all children do, I began to grow impatient. So I began to climb the tree. As I did, the rain subsided, and by the time I reached the top, the skies were clear again.

When I looked back down at the ground, I saw grandmother pointing towards the sky, from where I was (and the fact that she was soft spoken) her voice was a strain for me to hear. But then, I didn't even bother to try and listen, because I knew this story well. I closed my eyes and let the sunny damp air brush my face. All the sounds of the worlds around us seemed to slowly drift away. I still hear the gentle tone of my grandmother's voice from time to time, telling that all too familiar story.

"You see the rainbow Lori?" she asks softly.

"Yes grandmother." Lori replies.

"Each rainbow is a bridge. When a good person dies, they eventually go to heaven. God puts those rainbows in the sky to bridge the gap between here and there."

"Why?" asks Lori, playing the role of the inquisitive child.

"So that people can have a grand entrance into the pearly gates." Grandma's response makes me smile, even to this day.

The day we lost her, was the saddest day of my life. Nobody could help from crying. I don't know how, but for some reason Lori remembered exactly what grandma had told her and looked up into the sky when she first heard the news.

"LOOK!" she pointed up to the sky and we all looked up. Sure enough, there in the middle of the sky was a big raimbow.

"It's grandma's rainbow." Lori explained. "She's probably taking her first steps across it right now." Of course, everyone in my imediate family was there to witness this miraculous revelation. With this happy thought in our minds, the pain eased, just a little and we wiped the tears away.

I often visit grandmother's grave. I'll stand there for a while and think about the long meaningful life she had lived. I'll crouch down and place a fresh flower on her grave. Then I'll read the words written across the gravestone, 'beloved grandma, didn't stall a moment, went strait to heaven.' Then I'll take the time to think about my rainbow, And since then I've always known how meaningful each step will be.


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