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Rainbows Do Happen

The Journey of Others

A Special Bond
Sylvia, Quebec

Murielle, my twin, and I were not identical from the outside, but like I always said identical from in the inside. Our hearts were the same. We were close; we called each other several times a day. Our first house we bought was identical. We were in the same grades together. Our first jobs we were hired together in an insurance company. She married several years before me and Murielle had 1 miscarriage which I told her that I wished it had been me. It had hurt me so much to see her so sad. Then she had her boy, her only child that she loved so. Both of us had caesareans. As for myself I had 2 children, a boy and a girl. We always said that our boys will be like brothers and always will be very close. To this day they are like brothers.

I knew when something was wrong - if she was hurt. I knew it without anyone telling me. Murielle was my other half. I always called her the best part of my whole. On May 28, 2006 my other half went to the angels that she loved and believed in so much. She died at St.Luc hospital in Montreal Canada at 6:30 a.m. My heart has never been the same since.

I continue to function in my daily duties but I don't understand how I still can be here and not be with my twin. I feel at times I want to die right away to be with her. I don't tell anyone of this feeling so as not to scare them but life is hard knowing that I will never ever see her eyes and smile again in this lifetime. She was half my soul and half my heart and all my love... How can I go on without her? I know she is with me but some days that’s not enough knowing she is there. I can speak to her, talk to her I can feel her, I can imagine what she is saying to me but I can't hear her voice and that is so hard, my heart will never be the same. I miss her so.

It has been a little over 11 months now and the pain is still there and I believe it will always be there. Time,and I know this for sure,will space the tears and the pain although I know my pain will never be gone completely. I must stay as positive as my twin was to her very last breath. I wrote this poem for her that I had registered the year she was told of her illness.

Twins I am but one yet we are two
One part her heart
One part her soul
I live as one yet we are two

She is but one yet we are two
One part my heart
One part my soul
She lives as one yet we are two

If one does part
There still are two
One part her heart
One part her soul

Far away there still will be
A part of her a part of me.

Sylvia Bonnet

Mae, Bronx, New York

I was recently diagnosed with thymoma this summer. This is a rare condition. This is a presence of tumor in the thymus gland. After I was diagnosed it involves a lot of thinking. I wasn't scared at first. The doctor who delivered me the message was very calm. When i went to see a specialist that is when it hit me. I started calling my friends and family to told them that I will be going for a surgery and for sometime i will not be able to do things for myself. I also will not be able to go to work. My Aunt reassured me that it will be ok. I gave my friends different assignments. My brother suppose to come and help me at home after surgery was not able to come. My sister has a take emergency time off to be with me. It is amazing how God orchestrated everything and provided everything that i needed. I learned so much to trust in His goodness. His plans are bigger that my plan.

"Rainbow Above the Clouds"
Debra Reagan, Seymour TN

I was visiting my brother, Chuck, in Florida when I learned of my youngest son’s death. We were both awaiting the arrival of my sister. This would be the first time since we had become adults just the three siblings would be together. The trip was planned at the last minute and my sister began facing obstacles from the beginning. She decided to wait and leave a little later than I. As the weekend progressed Misty continued to face difficulties in making the trip to join us. As it turned out, I guess there was a reason she was delayed.

Saturday, Chuck received a message on his mobile phone from Alan around noon saying he “needed” to speak with me. I had the feeling it was very serious since his message had said he needed to talk and not wanted to talk with me. When I returned Alan’s call, he informed me he had found Clint in his bed and was unable to revive him. I kept hoping he was really trying to tell me Clint was just in the hospital and would be alright in time. I think I went into shock. After several attempts I got in touch with Misty. She said she would go to my house. I spoke with Alan again. He described the events of the previous night. Nothing had seemed unusual about the evening. Clint had been going through some struggles, but things seemed to be improving.

I had to wait until the next flight out of Florida around 3:00 pm. The time seemed to stand still. Before the passengers were able to board the plane we were told there would be a delay because the airline next to ours had a fuel spill. When I looked out the window of the terminal it almost seemed comical to see two older men slowly walking along and placing large paper towels onto the spill. After a little time, things seemed to take on more of an emergency appearance when people arrived in protective suits. While all this was happening outside, inside we were being told we might not make our connecting flight in Atlanta. I called Misty in a panic, but she was calm and she spoke in a reassuring tone. She described the events as they were unfolding at home. Everything seemed to be going at a painfully slow speed. They had to wait for the detectives and the coroner’s office. I wanted to be there to care for my child.

Finally, we were allowed to board the plane and I was seated at the window. It had rained since I had arrived for the visit, but now the sun came out. As the plane was lifting off an amazing rainbow appeared. It was breathtaking from this angle above the clouds. Suddenly, I felt as though Clint was with me. He seemed to say, “Mom, just look how beautiful it is here. I’m okay.” I tried to hold that thought.

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