|Yellow lanterns were carried in memory.|
Red lanterns were for supporters.
White for survivors.
It was a beautiful night to celebrate a life lost. Last week would have been around the time that my aunt confessed she didn't feel well and went to the hospital. Once she was admitted in November, she spent only a few days from November to January out of hospital care. This fall we created TEAM JEM. Friends and family donated money. A few of us, her husband, her sister, her niece, and friends, walked. Our hearts weren't light that night, because the first year is always the hardest. The first of everything without them always is. Later the firsts become less, but the firsts without never end. The two mile walk was a small way for us to collectively face the sadness. My daughter summed it up wisely, especially for a ten year old. As we crossed the last bridge, she said that she wished there were more white lanterns, because that would mean that there were more survivors. Which is always in the end why we walk.