Nonco was my great uncle and we cherished each moment with him. The time came when Nonco died. My mother and I attended his funeral. As we sat in our pews awaiting the start of the funeral, we could hear the rain pelting the church. My mother, Cecile Pelafigue Leblanc, wondered how the graveside service would be conducted with such weather. When the funeral ended and we turned to walk out of church, we realized that it was a beautiful sunshiny day and a magnificent rainbow filled the sky. To us it was yet another sign of Nonco’s holiness.