Those years of tumultuous madness are balanced by the peace of today. Oh, I shall never forget the Jack’s or the Miles’s in my life, but today I have quieter hero’s and bigger honest laughter.
Being able to hop in a grumpy truck and run errands with focus is a triumph for some of us who fried their brains on excitement. Today my biggest hero is my daughter, Lessa, who is attending college and raising a six year old despite PTSD, despite residual damages with a drunk mother and a druggie father, and despite brain damage from beatings.
Me, I take pictures.