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    Posted March 5, 2014 by
    Ballintoy, Ireland
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    Glorious Ireland

    Rainbow Just for Us

    My father passed away last February after many years of illness. Years ago, I promised my mother I would take her back to the home of her forefathers when dad died. Within a few short months three generations flew to Ireland- my mom, me and my husband and our 9 year old boys. We toured the whole island in 9 days making stops in our ancestral hometowns of Ballieborough, Cork, and Bally Mote. The most memorable experience was at Carrick-A-Rede bridge. My son was terrified to cross the rope bridge. He thought for sure he would fall to his watery death. It was late in the day and the site was to close in 30 minutes. After some gentle cajoling, we were all across the bridge onto the little island. The beauty of the sun shining on the water in the last hours of the day took my breath away. How magical if felt to be standing there looking across the water at the cliffs of Scotland. My heart sank knowing that it would be one more year before I could set foot there to finish my own research. As my son came up to wrap his arms around me in consolation, a huge double rainbow appeared over us. It was so large it stretched from Ireland, across the water to Scotland. It was the most unexpected and mesmerizing experience of my life. We all stood there in stunned silence, soaking in it's beauty. You couldn't see the rainbow from the bridge, the park worker had no idea what was going on on the other side of the hill. It was a generous surprise for our eyes only, maybe, just maybe, it was a gift from my ancestors as a way of letting me know that soon enough I would be on the other side of that water looking back. All I had to do was be patient. (Carrick-A-Rede, Northern Ireland, Rainbow,
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