The last two weeks have been trying and terrifying.

     I’ve realized something, too.  The Wildcat and I hate drama so much that we’ll ignore it until everything falls down into a catastrophic event.  At that point, we both panic.  Everything becomes a thousand times worse.

     For my part, I’ve been in panic mode for a week and a half.  But Saturday night, when she called and asked for help, I immediately snapped out of it.  There was no question what had to be done.  The only thing that mattered to me was that she was safe, and I was gonna make damn sure of that, regardless of threats or obstacles.

     I held her all day and night, and I wish that we’d had more time together.

     A few months ago, we had a dream together.  It was a dream where the last twenty-three years had never happened.  Instead, we’d met, we’d fallen in love and we’d had three wonderful kids, and finally ended up exactly where we were that night.  It was powerful, and it’s something I’ve held onto.
     Spending more and more time with those three, I realized that I do claim them as my own, and nobody who knows us would doubt it for a second.  I love them.  And I love my Wildcat for finally giving me the family that I’ve never had.

     Anyone who thinks that I am not committed 150% to my family is a fool.

     Anyone who doubts that I don’t love them more than anything in the world is a damn fool.

     Again, I ask for prayers.  And this time, I ask for all of us.