27 years.

It's been a year, that is for sure. Strange watching my oldest grow and develop and have his own childhood during these ages, early teens, when these were the years for me of deep sadness. They still have yet to notice my scar. My scar was something that I thought to myself, I will have this talk with them, if they ever ask-any of my three.

I wondered when I would get in here to post and say hello. I'm up late this evening. Have a family get together when today actually becomes today.

Happy day of reckoning, to me.