July 3rd -The fire consumes – Chris Ritchey
My life seems to have “left me behind” – it races on and yet I have stopped – trapped between worlds- not daring to leave the place where you were with me to the world without my son And yet I am locked into the last days of the world you inhabited and that is as torturous as being in this real world.
Today there will be fireworks at the Port and celebrations in the sky all over the country . How you loved fire and fireworks- to the point of danger .
8 years old and smuggling fireworks under your bed- purchased ( with what currency I know not) from a young neighborhood boy whose parents had no qualms about their own 8-year-old having stashes of fireworks.
How angry and disappointed you were when I found them in a tin box( for protection you said) under your bed and took them away.
You were always so fascinated with fire I would worry about you . We even went for a friendly talk with the Fire Dept. as to the dangers of fire.
But then it was the fire of cancer and the chemical burning of your lungs consumed you. I wanted so much for the spark of hope to burst into flames of continued life for you . Now the fire of loss consumes me , its cold and deadly flames torture my heart and my soul.
Every fire in the sky on this holiday reminds me of you …….