Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Last night I had a dream that I walked out of my house to find a rainbow stretching from one end of my street to the other. You could see the whole thing beginning to end. All of the women I work with were sitting outside on the lawn watching this amazing event. I sat down with them and was in awe as I took it all in. I wanted so badly to get my camera and capture what I was seeing, but I was afraid that if I went inside the rainbow would disappear. So instead I went and stood underneath one end of the rainbow. (I've always wanted to do that.) Finally, when I realized that the rainbow had been around for quite some time, I figured it was safe to go get my camera. As I walked up the steps to my house, the top of the rainbow was over my door, and in it were hundreds of shinning golden specks. Breathtakingly beautiful. I ran inside as quick as I could, but when I walked out my door, the sky turned black and the rainbow began to disappear. Everyone ran for shelter, but at the end of the road was a small whole in the dark clouds through which I could still see, though faintly, the end of the rainbow. I snapped a quick photo as the clouds closed and the rainbow disappeared. I woke up realizing that this dream was letting me know that beautiful, wonderful things must be fully appreciated now, because they may not last...but that does not mean they are gone. We just won't be able to see them all the time...
This afternoon we received a phone call at work. The new heart that was given to little Jackson (you may remember him from an earlier post) stopped beating last night. As of right now, the doctors do not know why. They think that either his body is rejecting the new heart, or the virus that damaged his old heart has returned. If this is the case, Jackson will not receive another one. I cannot imagine the pain his parents and grandparents are experiencing, and I know that there is little I can do to comfort them. But I hope that no matter the outcome, someday they will see what a beautiful rainbow Jackson has been (and hopefully will continue to be) in their lives, and mine. And I've never even met him.