I think a lot of nights, restless nights, of the days to come. I ponder and daydream of the good and the bad and the anxiety weighs on me like a ton of bricks. Will I make it back? Will I be so different from when I left? What will I do with my life? Will I be successful? Will I be happy?
I answered him back: I will dance at your wedding and sing lullabies to your children.
Joe made it back in 2005. He is happy and successful. In two weeks my son is getting married. I will dance!