My mother died of meningitis when I was 2-years-old, on February 15, 2000, at around 12:30 PM. It was a very tragic and sudden death, and, understandably so, greatly affected my dad and my grandmother. We recently shared the 12th anniversary of her passing.
On that day, my dad and I set off to the cemetery to visit hers’ and other passed family members’ graves at around midday. We arrived at her grave just before 12:30, bearing in the mind this was the time of her passing, and had a few moments silence. It had just began to rain, in the middle of a cold, yet sunny day. No sooner had it started, it abruptly finished 30 seconds later, leaving us a rainbow in the distance, over the hospital in which she died. This rainbow lasted for about a minute, and disappeared just as suddenly as it had arrived. We believe it was the minute in which my mum would have passed away.
Whether this was a sign from her or not, I believe it was too much of a coincidence to have happened by chance, and it has strengthened my belief in some form of life after death. I am overjoyed by this experience, as I believe it has proven my mum is happy in heaven, waiting for us to join her one-day.