Last year, on May 17th, 2011, my uncle Jack lost his battle to Stage IV lung cancer. And ever since his passing, my family has seen many, many rainbows, including a beautiful double rainbow just two days after his death. I'm still anxiously awaiting a nature rainbow. But maybe he's waiting until my Appalachian Trail adventure.
It is said that the Incas believed that rainbows were a gift from the Sun God, but the Callenders/Cloptons/Brasseurs/AndOurPeople believe that they are a gift from someone else--Jack King Callender, Jr., a beloved husband, father, son, brother, uncle, friend, coach, mentor, and so on and so forth.
Our rainbow connection has helped my family through this first year without him, but no amount of rainbows or mint-chocolate chip milkshakes will ever fill that void.
If you would like to learn more about my uncle Jack, please read the article below:
Beloved family man, Coach Jack Callender, loses his battle to lung cancer
Rest in Peace, dude. I love you and miss your mint-chocolate chip milkshakes as as well your wisdom. After all, it was you who suggested that Brad and me hike the Appalachian Trail ME-GA, so we're always going downhill.