This is our cove, called Whale Cove. Was our cove. We'd sit on these rocks looking out over the island and the fireworks would be launched out of the harbor, beyond the point on the left side of the photo where the houses are.
I shot this photo just as we got settled to have a picnic, watch the sun set, and then wait for the fireworks.
It was a beautiful day, just the two of us. My children couldn't fly up for the day but they called and we talked for a long while. Then my husband and I went to the cove, climbed out on the rocks, and settled in for the show.
I'm glad I didn't know it was our last Fourth of July celebration together. We lived for that day and it is a day that I am holding onto today.
I am still very melancholy, wishing, wishing I was there with him right now.
Peace to all of us who hurt.