Fireworks When The World Has Stopped

FireworksToday is the 4th of July. I almost forgot what day it was because I’ve been focused on some projects. Realizing this, I was reminded of another day in 1984 …

My Mom and I were driving home after spending yet another day sitting at my Father’s bedside. He was dying of cancer and had been bedridden already for a year. Time seemed to completely stand still during those two years as we all moved through a variety of emotions and struggled with our thoughts.