June 11, 2002
From up in the bleachers, the Luminaries were pretty, the soft glow of the candles breaking up the darkness of the night. Up close, they were heartbreaking. The ones lit in memory still far outweigh the ones lit in honor. Yours I lit in honor. You did survive melanoma. You suspect there's more but won't get it checked out. And you're a smoker; you have been for over forty years. Statistics say it's going to get you sooner or later. Maybe not next year, or the year after that, but how long before I light one in memory of you?