Word Count: 500
By Peg Scarano
My mom passed away after nine months of fighting a courageous battle with cancer. It was the best of times and the worst. My brother took family medical leave and came from Florida to spend her last month with us. This time together brought us closer and added so many memories to our collection. Mom died on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. It was a bittersweet time for all of us but the experience made us stronger and more appreciative of life.
Christmas came and went in a blur. The first week in January, Jenny was traveling to Madagascar with a group from college for a month of biological studies on the unique island nation. I was not looking forward to this trip in any way, shape or manner. It was the January after 9/11. I was still mourning the loss of my mom. My middle daughter was graduating from high school in a few short months. Madagascar was on the other side of the world and my own little world seemed to be spinning out of control. But, off she went.
Januarys are long months, but this particular one was the longest of my life. The four week trip evolved into six weeks because of a political uprising on that little island half a world away. The media was at our house nightly for updates. To top all of this, my 50th birthday was looming around the corner. So much stress, anxiety and general angst along with working full-time and seeing to the needs of the two kids who were living safely at home had me existing in a state of constant turmoil.
The morning of my 50th birthday dawned frigid, but with brilliant sunshine and blue skies. As I was driving to work, just to the right of the sun was the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. There was not a cloud in the sky or a raindrop in the air, but this rainbow was spectacular.
My sadness lifted. All kinds of happy thoughts swirled around in my head. Suddenly I heard a song. I heard the words and the singer as if he was right in the car. There was Kermit, sitting on the dashboard, looking me in the eyes singing “Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.”
In my heart of hearts I knew it was my mom. This was her sign to me. She was OK. I was going to be OK and most importantly, Jenny was going to be OK. To this day, rainbows are my mom. She appears at the most appropriate times: Julie’s wedding; every time my brother and I get together, she emerges at some point; three times she has recognized my wedding anniversary; she has materialized when I have been flying, driving and cruising; when I’m with my girls, singly or together, she’s peeked through the clouds to find us. Thank you, Kermit, for sharing the rainbow connection with my mom and me.