Not sure...

Today, Charlie has been dead a year. A promising life snuffed out by the idiocy of a boy too drunk to know better, and too scared to stop. Her twisted body, a late night call to share the news and to absorb the punch. The fear of not knowing when I will stop and let the world keep going. A year ago, I found out how far I'd fallen in those eyes.

Today, I had a great lunch, and a productive meeting, and a difficult dinner. Today, I apologized for my angst and anger, and got nothing back.

I miss my children, and am frustrated by many things, but I must sleep and worry more about tomorrow then.