by M. J. Joachim
Vibrant colors infiltrated Vivian’s dream victoriously. It had been such a long and dreary few days, watching her father suffer and die of cancer. The funeral was almost unbearable, especially with her vicious sister ever on the attack, visiting with people and bashing her father’s memory.
Sleep had not come easy. Tears flowed like waterfalls, until fatigue triumphed in their wake. Vivian was exhausted, her body could hardly stand and her mind was nothing more than mush. As she lay down, she thought of her father and wondered where he was, what was happening to his soul. If only she could verify he was safe and know he was okay.
Veiled in vibrant colors, the answers she needed came to pass. Vivid colors of the rainbow flooded her mind’s eye while she slept. She saw them, first her two uncles who had passed before her father. They were colors dancing on the robe of Jesus. Then she sensed her dad getting closer, curious, but hesitant too.
In a flash, two colors pulled him into the circle of mixing hues glorifying God who was smiling. He was home. Vivian’s dad was embraced and welcomed with volumes of loving arms and he was violet.
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