The years have passed. And the new avenues we've walked down have provided perspective, and distance, from the past. The young man who started this trek--my posts have disappeared by the propounders of this site--has found a life of his own up in the lakes of North Georgia. The loves I've had in the interim have passed, moved on into their own gyrations of their lives. Several are drug addicts, one is a drag queen in Los Angeles. D1 has settled into her confinement for the remaining ten years of her sentence with writing. And she's good at it. Astonishingly good. D2 wraps up her medical studies under my roof. The Mrs. still lives in the exurbs of Atlanta; I attend all her half-marathons as a cheerleader and the family celebrates on December 15th her 'I'm Over It" celebration of her escape from the clutches of terminal leukemia. Having wrenched the granddaughter from the clutches of her perverse step-father, she has lived in uncomfortable suburbia with her father and his new wife and the new life they created in her absence. And me? I persevere at work I love, holding together a disparate family, and thanking God every day for each new day--after all, He had a choice.