A Fourth of July!
He understood it was just a breather, but he was petrified whenever I moved out of his sight, even for a while. Miscommunication by some, had reached its peak when two of my besties were fighting fuming for and against, exchanging words that could wrench anyone's heart. I kept my calm because I knew those words were never meant to hurt. It was their concern fighting for me, their worry about his health speaking through their emotions. None of us could truly express the battle we were fighting within. There stood a couple, friends forever in all directions, who kept encouraging me, but my heart knew its due diligence. It was one Fourth of July. I still wonder how a single day could shake someone so profoundly. He spoke his worries aloud before them. He cried. He asked for genuine concern and support for his family. A man who always stood firm by his principles occasionally melted... did he sense something that I couldn't? Or was I simply unwilling to let it break me? We listened...