Two hundred and forty one years ago today the last of the signatories signed the Declaration of Independence. Those brave men and women (non signatories but just as involved) started the greatest experiment in freedom this planet has ever seen.
This is by far my favorite holiday. It is the day when mankind finally took a distinct step out of the millenia of poverty and misery to boldly proclaim the right to economic, religious and personal freedom from tyranny. The right to pursue life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness….
We have come so far since then, and that is not in a good way.
I have a feeling today with be the last of my fun days for a while. Much like our country, my life is not running on track currently. Unlike, my country the problems in my personal life will resolve themselves. I have a recently failed relationship that weighs heavily on my heart. The anniversary of my marriage with Dawn is 17 days away and that weighs heavily as a reminder of opportunities lost. The one year anniversary of my Earthly loss of my wife is 16 days after that. I am dreading that in ways I can’t even consciously understand.
The good news is Independence Day is an amazing uplifting day for me, so it will help boost my spirits going into what will be a terribly vicious 30+ days. But as they say, the things that don’t kill you, make you stronger. So I am expecting to be one strong bastard in September. Be forewarned… and if possible be a little forgiving of my more than usual gruffness and a bit of haunted in my eyes.