Last year I created my own holiday: Breast Cancer Remembrance Day.
On Oct, 31, the final day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I will remember the friends and family I have lost to this disease.
I will wear black, not for its funeral implications but for its simple dignity, a quality sadly lacking for much of the preceding 30-pink saturated days.
At 8:45 that night I will go outside with a flashlight. I’ll think of the one in 8 U.S. women who will get breast cancer and the 45,000 who will die this year.
My eighth grade science teacher told us if you turned on a flashlight and pointed it toward the sky the photons immediately start to spread out as they leave the flashlight. Provided they don’t hit anything, each individual photon travels through space forever.
Time slows down as you approach the speed of light.
I’ll think of those whose time was all too brief and I’ll hope for brighter days ahead.