Great Grandmas Rainbow Sun

I wish to once again see a rainbow sun. My great-grandmother said this often. I only saw one, she told us, just one. But it spoke to my heart, it made me feel terrific She was young when she began this talk. None of us thought it was delirium or dementia. She spoke of the rainbow sun during every visit. We finally wondered if she had been on drugs. There were seven of us in the car the day she passed. “Look at that!” my cousin Marty said. It was a beautiful sun, rainbow-colors. She has what she wanted, we agreed, feeling peaceful.