On July 4 of 2008 some friends and family were gathered around a bonfire in our yard, shooting fireworks and sharing stories. It was also my 39th birthday (groan). As everyone was engaged in watching which fireworks the kids would send up next, I was watching the sun set in the west. I started to think about the last year of my life and of so many birthdays before and how the day was ending so joyously… so celebratory. I walked away from the festivities for a few moments into a freshly mowed alfalfa field and watched as this burning pink and orange sun slowly slid to the horizon and I thought to myself that of all the “grand finale’s” at every fireworks show across the USA that night, that this “finale” was the grandest of them all.