The Sunday night before Aimee died, the fam made a trip to Walmart. A particularly uneventful trip, and as we walked out to head home, it was dusk. The sunset drew our eyes west immediately as we walked out of the building.
But it was like no sunset I have ever seen.
A woman, probably in her 70s, was behind us and heard me say just that, and she said "You know, I've never seen anything like it either." I was not surprised.
It looked more like a sunrise, where the colors seem to burst up off the horizon, instead of normal sunsets where the colors are seemingly melting into the earth below it. I would not have been surprised to see Christ himself come rising up out of the dark, dark center of what should have been the brightest point of the sunset, where the sun should have been showing its top as it sunk down low beyond our hemisphere.
The pictures I took really do not do it justice, and knowing now what we didn't know then, I hope Aimee caught a glimpse of that same sunset, her second-to-last that she would have the chance to see from Earth. For us, it was a truly unique, strange, eerie moment, which I said out loud. It was ominous and beautiful, and truly a sign of more things I could not believe that would come to me in the coming days.
If I live to be 100, I am almost positive I'll never forget that sunset, especially now because of the passing of a friend who I'll also never forget. They are both worth remembering.