Do you believe in signs? Omens? The Hereafter? I didn't think that I put much stock into things of that nature; until last evening.

I'll share with you a quick story, but before I get into that, there's something you should know first. My father, who passed away last year, would have celebrated his 79th birthday in just a few days from now. So because of that, the topic of conversation yesterday over dinner -- with my soulmate Tonya -- was how much we still miss Papa Greene and how much he enriched our lives with his love, strength and sense of humor. As we were driving home after our delicious dinner, I began to wonder about whether or not there was an afterlife, and IF there was, how is my Dad was doing?

Tonya and I were coming up Dalton Avenue -- right at the stop light at the intersection of Dalton Ave and Benedict Road -- at the exact same time that I had these thoughts of, "I wonder how Dad's doing"; I saw this beautiful rainbow.

I was immediately at a loss for words -- Tonya too. Then, almost at the same time, we turned to each other and said, "It's a sign!". Maybe it was just the magic of the moment, but I swear that could not have been better timed if it were in a movie.

Again, I'm not sure if I fully believe in the idea of some form of life, celestial or otherwise, after this one. But I think I'm moving closer to acceptance.

Dad, thanks for the sign of faith. Or, as I called it, a "multi-colored smile".