Usually, life is a flat road or a steady uphill climb.  Rarely is life gratuitously kind.

And then there are times when life is patently unfair.  And you want to shake your fist at the Heavens or G-d or whoever or whatever you may think is your guiding force.

Life took an outrageously unfair turn in the Blogger family.  Illness has again touched the family, but not in the natural order — it is not the eldest who is sick.  But the rest of the story is for another time.  When the time is right.

For the last two months, many in my family have been shaking their fists.  And there was been no laughter.

Nothing seemed very funny or bloggable.

The world’s palette turned black-white-gray.

Bright days are less so.  Dreary days are more so.

But this weekend, I learned the power of healing from the very person with the bad diagnosis. And I felt the eternity that exists in smile, a hug, and belly laugh.

Like a rainbow umbrella in the pouring rain.