God

Lot's of people have the ability to get up, and move on.  To grieve, and then walk away.  Reinvent their life.  I don't have that ability.

September 9th 2001

I was in the forest, walking with Gary.  As we sit on the leaves, watching the sun go down, and he asks me what I think the future will be like, I say I don't know.  He doesn't know it, but two years from now our family will be torn apart.  Our father will die, and our mother will take her own life.  I will scream and cry, and tell Gary that there is no God.  Me and Gary won't talk for five years, until we find each other in a gas station in Canada. 

But all of that doesn't matter.  Today, There is a God.  And he has a plan for him.