A few years ago, my parents bought a boat with the intentions of taking our large family out on the river every summer. The year they bought the boat it became a mission to insure that our uncle was taken out onto the lake for the fourth of July fireworks. That year, just a few short months after he passed away from a long battle with Cancer. His mother (my grandmother), was deathly fearful of water. Rumor has it that at one point in her life she was so fearful of water she had a hard time with bridges to the point that she would make her husband avoid them when they were driving.
The following year, after Buddha passed, Grandma decided that she too wanted to experience fireworks on the river. She’s been on the boat several times now. We’ve made this event a yearly tribute to our Independence Day celebration and in memory of my Uncle.
The man with the camera is not the Uncle that I mentioned above, nor myself.