Sleepless nights...
I’m always searching and wondering, never quite content. I try often to remember the times in my life when I felt full, peaceful, and happy. They are brief moments buried in the libraries of my mind. Unless I go looking for them they often hide. Family. In that one word I can tell you when and how I was the happiest and content. Not knowing then, how lucky I was, all I wanted to do was go. My childhood was full. Precious moments in a house always full of people, love and laughter. Riding my blue 12 speed bike through nature trails with big brother Greg, I still remember the exact shade and if I close my eyes I can even see the twists and turns. Exchanging jokes and remarks at the dinner table, or anywhere with Tasso getting everyone to laugh, the world was our stage. Christmas! Easter Baskets full of chocolate. My room was the safest place on earth to be, always. The kitchen, where there was always something good to eat. The basement full of forgotten thin