This intermediate blog post reflects my heart. This post is deeply personal — and not a travelogue.

This journey to Canada has had really good times and some times, like when I was in Saint John, really sad.

Why sad?

I am still grieving the tragic death of my beloved husband, my one-and-only-love, my Chuck. Saint John in particular was very hard since that town was what Chuck talked about a lot as he dreamed of this Canadian Maritime adventure that gave him hope when otherwise there was none. I have a heavy heart that he was not able to realize this dream.

The first few days of this trip were what Chuck dreamed. Then when I moved on to see the Hopewell Rocks, then Moncton, then Prince Edward Island, and now back in Nova Scotia on the Cabot Trail — this part of this trip is my dream; what I wanted to see and do.

I am still caught between a dream and reality. I am still dithering and trying to figure out what my future may be as I drive these long, long, roads between photo-op-stops and intermediate destinations.

Tonight as I was having dinner, I was seated at a restaurant that overlooked Lake Baddeck. Fluffy and full cloud formations were bright. I was daydreaming again, “does Chuck know I’m here in the Maritimes about which he dreamed? Is he happy for me and that I’m here?”

Lost in thought, I gazed out the window, and … truly believe that Chuck sent me a sign:

My friend Christa (whose home I stayed in when in Puerto Rico) said that she had not seen as many rainbows over the Caribbean Sea as I showed on my blog during my trips to my favorite island. I truly believe that Chuck sent them to me. Each and every rainbow over Mar Caribe where Chuck’s ashes were scattered, came from him.

Why? I believe.

If there is a God, if there is Believing, if there is Love, these signs — the rainbow connection — make it so in my heart.

Life is short: Believe.