This is September 2005, and I hope to be back to work by the end of the month.
I have people who depend on me, not the least of which is me. I have made a promise to myself.
I began this story with a dedication to my Mom, who taught me to live my life with dignity and love.
Isn't that the point? To "find a way from the person you've become to the one you know you would have been"?
This winter, we will once again return to Mexico, to our favorite haunt, in a tiny bay, on the Gulf Coast.
Looking forward to that. See next page.