I took this picture from our backyard the night Weston died. He died July 28, 2012 at 8:10 a.m. We spent the day inside, at the hospital with Weston, so I do not know what the weather was like. It was July, so probably very hot.
A strong, refreshing breeze and some rain accompanied this rainbow (you can actually see a double rainbow, if you look closely). The breeze was the breath of heaven, the rain came from the entire heavens grieving with me, and the rainbow was Weston smiling at me.
Rainbows are rare in Arizona because rain is rare. In one sense, this makes me sad: I won't have as many opportunities to see his smile as I would if I lived in, say, Seattle. But the rainbow's rarity makes seeing one that much more memorable. Just like Weston. There is no one like him.
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