By Peter Caunt
The new year sky was bursting with a blaze of color and sound.
“Grandma would have loved this.”
He looked at his daughter as emotion welled up in his throat. “I know. But we’ve tried to do our best for her.”
“She told us how she wanted to be celebrated. It’s everything she could have hoped for.”
“So do you want to do the honors, Ellen?”
She nodded and lit the fuses of the last two rockets, then stood back beside him and watched the multicolored explosions scatter the last memory of her Grandma as she became one with the universe.
Remembering the dead could be a celebration of the life. I’d opt for fireworks ?
The ? should have been a smiley.
So beautiful thank you
Startling and stunning end. Super story.
Beautiful
This is really beautiful.
Very sensitive. Loved it.
Beautiful! What a poignant moment.
Simple but moving and well crafted.