It was evening on July 4th several years ago. My delightful 90 year old friend, Dorothy, had invited me to come watch fireworks from her balcony overlooking the Halifax River. I knew she wanted company but I was taking care of my young granddaughter and had promised to take her to watch our community fireworks display.
So I asked Emily, who was five years old, if she cared if we went to be with Miss Dorothy instead of going to the big park to watch the display. Emily liked Miss Dorothy, so agreed to go to be with her. We all enjoyed a strawberry ice cream bar, then went out to the 5th floor deck to get ready and comfortable to watch the fireworks.
Soon we heard the sounds of fireworks, and exclamations of delight from the crowd. But we were unable to see a thing. We were confused because Miss Dorothy kept saying, “I don’t understand. We used to see them perfectly.”
It turned out that she had not watched them for several years, since her husband died. A new building had been put up since then, that robbed the people living in the center building of their once perfect view.
As I tried to decide if there was enough time to go downstairs and walk around the south building, Miss Dorothy told us to go ahead but she wasn’t up to going. Then sweet Emily said, “Oh, no! We are not going without you.” She ran over and hugged our elderly hostess. I was so relieved and proud of young Emily.
So we went indoors and watched Macy’s fireworks on television. And we enjoyed a second strawberry ice cream bar with a glass of apple juice.
The next year, Emily and her baby sister went with their mom and dad to the community display. They arrived early to get a great view. I went to spend the evening with Miss Dorothy. We again watched the Macy’s fireworks display. But that year we had vanilla ice cream bars (instead of strawberry) with our apple juice.
I was reminded how we all have times when things do not go as we planned. But time often gives us a second chance. As has been said in Israel, “Maybe next year.”