She looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. Her dress was made of fabric which included all the colours of the rainbow. She said she wanted to tell us all a story and that she would try not to cry.

My husband knew he was dying, we both did. He was trying to decide which song to have played at his funeral. Somewhere over the rainbow came to mind but he couldn’t decide. Some time later when he was admitted to hospice the topic of song choice came up again. It was a sunny day and the light through the skylight shone through some crystals which were hanging from the ceiling. Projected onto the wall of my husband’s room was a rainbow. This confirmed the song choice as the right one.

Some months after his death, I missed him terribly and I would still talk to him as if he was still there. One afternoon I felt particularly low and I begged him to show me a sign that he was still there with me. The next day my neighbour showed me a photo she had taken the day before. It was a photo of our house, and above the house was a rainbow. Since then I have printed out and framed a copy of the photo and have hung it up on our living room wall. Whenever I need to talk to my husband I talk to the photo of the rainbow.