Fireworks in Heaven

On the fourth of July, my daughter Alix watched the fireworks. The bright lights mesmerized her. The accompanying booms resulted in screams of terror. Alix’s posture was the same as the Victorian girl depicted on the 1907 postcard whose hands covered her ears. When I took Alix to a Mets game, and they made a home run, fireworks streamed across the sky. Once the explosions began, Alix ran out of the stands yelling. I found her hiding by the popcorn machine.

Heaven for Alix might entail fantastical fireworks displays without the noise. One day when I join her in the afterlife I will find out.