July 4th is a bad time for me to find myself writing, because I think of the good things that once were and are no longer. And, most of you don’t want to read or listen to that. You really just want to celebrate, and I get that. So, I apologize for raining on any parade that you had planned. But, I just can’t help the ache that I feel, for what was lost.
There was good in us. There was bad, too, but we could still celebrate the good. It was certainly easier to find.
Not anymore.