Yesterday, I really had the blues and was missing my most loving and wonderful conversational partner. I think it was due to what I had on my agenda for the day. I had to drive to his home town, Texas City, to get a copy of his birth certificate, Harris County Clerk’s Office to get a copy of our marriage license and I had received the death certificates last Friday. I needed these three things to file a claim for the small burial policy we had bought when we first got married.
I left the house with tears streaming down my face just thinking of these three things I had to get. I didn’t think I could bear the pain and then when I turned the first corner — low and behold — there was a full rainbow in brilliant hues right in front of me. I cried even harder but my sad tears had turned to joy. Rainbow tears streaming down my face in gratitude for this most beautiful sign from my loved one. It was going to be all right, I thought.
After driving all over the place to get these necessary things, I headed home. I needed to fill out the claim forms and send in to the insurance company. I got home, sat at my desk and spread these three documents in front of me. On the left the birth certificate, on the right the death certificate and in the middle our marriage license. It spoke volumes to me. It was his whole life from beginning to end with me in between. A new set of tears sprang to my eyes. This was going to be harder than I thought.
I packed everything up in an envelope. One tiny envelope containing the three things that spanned 68 years. It should have been volumes and volumes and I guess it was, at least in my mind, but it seemed so small and he was so large.
I arrived at the post office in my little town where I know all the postal workers because I am in there quite frequently. They greeted me with smiles, gave me hugs and inquired how I was doing. The tears stopped and I felt loved. I mean, really, when your local post office treats you that way, you have got to know that you are special.
The day ended. I was glad it was over. And today is a new day.
Namaste
DeeDee
mindful things 
Just know that I am here for you. I am sorry for your grief and the loss of one of the best men I have had the privilege of knowing. I am happy to hear about the signs of him still being with you. I look and talk to him everyday through the picture on my wall.
There is beauty and love in every turn we take, and you easily find them. God bless you sweet lady for being who you are. I know you and I have different spiritual beliefs but this is one of my deepest beliefs and the most meaningful way I can express my care and love for you.
I have just dried my own tears and want you to know that I think of you often and hope the pain of your loss gets easier as time goes by. Being able to express, so beautifully, your feelings must be a big comfort for you.
Oh, Joanne, you are such a treasured friend of mine. Let’s grow really old together, shall we?