4th of July 2018

As I have said before, the 4th is not the hard day. Tomorrow the 5th is the hard day. For me. Because the time of Ky's accident is what anchors me. Miranda said that the 6th is that day for Gear. I have just walked back from the breakwater where I stood with thousands of strangers to watch the fireworks. I was struck by how silent all the adults were, how alone each was with his or her thoughts. The only sounds were the burstings in air and squeals of a couple of delighted kids. Breathlessly watching fireworks, aware of being alone. Realizing that every other individual was too. For those 20 mute minutes anyway.