I woke this morning with no idea where I was. I was looking at a crib when it came back to me that I was still at my freinds Ruchir and Rashi’s house in NY. I find that it takes me much longer to come to my senses every morning when I wake up.. It always takes me a couple of minutes to sort through what;s real and what’s not in this new reality. I often have vivid dreams with Sam in them .. and every mornign have to let go a little again…
I got up, showered, dressed and said a quick good bye to Ruchir. He’s such a great host and such a good freind… He even fixed me a little aloo gobi pratha sadnwich for the road.. I had to get on the road by 8 in order to make a meeting in Burlington…
The drive back was peaceful and uneventful.. I spent most of it on the phone in work calls. Just before White River I was talkign on the phoen when I saw one of the most beutiful rainbow’s I’ve ever seen in the sky. it was incredibly bright and incredibly close. I almost ran off the road.. It looked close enough to touch.. I had the sense that I was driving through it. I did my best to get a picture from the car.. Pictures of rainbows never do them justice.. but this one was really amazing…
Here’s my attempt to get the whole thing in a picture from a moving car.. note it had faded by this point
Just as I was takign these pictures my phone rang.. but I was on a call so I couldn’t answer.. when I checked my messages 15 minutes later I found out that it was my buddy Homer calling to tell me that
he was lookign at an incredibly bright rainbow in the field across from his house.. and it looked so close that
he could touch it. That may not seem so odd.. but he was in Monkton and I was in Windsor.. Hours of driving apart…
I called Homer back and told him of the time that Sam and I were driving on route 2 near Richmond.. We saw a really beutiful rainbow.. Sam said.. “Dad.. can we find the gold pot ? “.. he’d heard the legend of the pot of gold at the edge of the rainbow.. I started doing my scientist dad thing and began explaining the water droplets and refraction and how you could never….. then I stopped myself and said… ‘why not ?’ We sped up and zoomed down route 2 and followed the rainbow most of the way up Bolton mountain road before it dissapeared..
I felt the whole incident was trying to tell me something.. but what ?!
Oy….
On the topic of Rainbows. our dear good friend , and guru Tim K wrote a poem about/for Sam and gave it to us last week. It really captures Sam’s spirit.. the shock of his passing, and the path we’ve walked since. I think it’s amazing..
By the way.. the background is a picture of the double rainbow that appeared over our house a few days after Sam’s passing. Tim is one of the many folks who got pictures of it.
That’s all for now.. Love you guys.. love you Sam
-me
