4th of July

I have happy memories of this holiday but at the same time it always makes me a little bit sad.

When the boys were little we lived on a great street with wonderful neighbors. Every year we'd gather to celebrate. Friends and family came. There was always a big crowd. We swam and ate. When dark arrived we'd all move out to the front and watch as the little ones, and sometimes big ones, did their fireworks.

It was always a perfect day.

Things change.
People move, some pass away.

Everything evolves.

Onto making new memories but I'll always cherish the old ones.