Last Saturday was a memorable one, broadcasting from the “Relay for Life.” It gets bigger each year and we were informed this year Terrebonne Parish’s Relay for Life is the biggest in the state. That’s a pretty big feat but not surprising. Love abounds in Terrebonne. I moved here for nine months over thirty years ago. (I do warn all new transplants.)
You can’t help but be moved when you walk away from “Relay” because each year the disease touches more lives and each year you see someone from your past that you didn’t hear had to join the fight. Or, you see friends whose family is now going through the experience but it didn’t come up in everyday conversation.
The Illumination Ceremony this year, where lights are placed around the track and lit to honor those who have lost the battle, hit home the most.
A very close family member, in the upper generation, who has already beaten cancer and who has now been diagnosed with another type of cancer, came to mind often.
While watching the fireworks, the finale of the ceremony, I couldn’t help but think of that person each time the initial firework was catapulted into the sky and exploded into the array of colors. I thought of it as them igniting the next generation, my generation. Then the delayed sound of the explosion, reminded me that when someone dear to you is gone, the spark of life will be there again, through all that they had ignited.