When we were kids, the 4th of July weekend was always tons of fun..and make no mistake, it didn't matter if the actual holiday was on a weekend or if it was a Tuesday...the 4th of July is ALWAYS part of a weekend.
This year's 4th holds special meaning to me...I am so happy to be here. I have been off since Thursday and I don't go back to work until next Thursday.
From a recovery standpoint, my hair is growing back...in fact, it looks like my scalp is dirty...or sparkly depending where you look. There is a lot of gray on my head....I am not sure when I will be able to color my hair again but it will be soon. The gray needs to go,
Yesterday started with the parade. I have been going to a parade since I was a small child and Elmwood Park was my grandparents neighborhood. Both of my parents grew up in this sleepy suburb but I didn't call it home until 1976; our nation's bicentennial.
The 4th of July to me is about friendship and family. Each year I meet up with friends that I have know since we were children and now our children attend the parade with us.
In the 25 years since my Dad passed, the 4th has been bittersweet. This year though was definitely more sweet. I have my health back, I spent the day with good friends and family and it was FUN! 2015 may have started in a bad place but it is definitely on the way up.
Enjoy life...you never know what life has in store for you.
