I had a weird dream the other night. In my dream, Aires,
Heaven and I survived the fury of Yolanda but we lost Skye in the storm surge.
The fear was so real it woke me up. It took a few more seconds before I
realized we did not lose Skye in a storm.
In that short wakeful moment, I thought about the storm that
came to our lives. And the rainbow that came after the storm.
Skye was both storm and rainbow. She got us whimpering in
the coldness of uncertainty. So many nights were spent not knowing what
tomorrow would be. Yet, at the same time, Skye showed us that something as
bright as a rainbow would reveal itself.
I remember the afternoons I had with Skye sleeping on my
chest. I remember the time we heard her coo as if saying, “Thank you and I love
you.” I remember the last time she looked at me as I lulled her to sleep.
When I face difficult tasks, I just whisper Skye’s name and
remember how storms come and go. And how rainbows light up the sky.
May you all have a colorful year ahead!
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